His bulge is even bigger now and I reach down to feel his hardness. We both rub and feel eachother over clothes; Mark was getting even harder and I ge...ting very wet.We did'nt speak a word, our hands were doing all the talking and I want to fuck him but not be on this sofa. My bed is more comfortable,so with the sexual heat at fever pitch, I whisper, "Mark, why don't we go to my bedroom." Ok, Mum," he grins, "I'd love to."We stand, and I see his lump. "Oh my darling," "it seems you have a. It’s just a shame you can’t be my Mum and always be the one to spank me.” Mrs Howard gave the 16 year old a hard stare, then softened and smiled and said “you may not enjoy that as much as you think. I don’t have any patience with naughtiness. You might just get spanked more than you expect. Now listen Ellie. I need you to stay upstairs whilst I go and discuss things with your Mum. You can listen but don’t come down. Understand?” “Sure. What are you going to do? Why can’t I watch? . ?You are pathetic! A disgusting little worm that will never be anything!? I bellowed as I let loose a stream of piss which hit his cheek and rolled down his neck. The urine mixed with the yellow chalk dust, clouding it but making it's appearance all the more dramatic. ?You stupid little twit! I can't believe I am wasting MY time and MY piss on a pig who is too ignorant to appreciate it!? The stream was strong and steady but I could tell I was nearing the bottom of the well. He had. As always, he was relieved to experience no stares or double-takes as he made his way through the lobby, the clicking of his heels on the marble floor secretly thrilling him. He smiled at the doorman and joined the throng on the busy sidewalk. It was just before nine o'clock on a beautiful September morning. Pat's knee-length shirtdress billowed in the light breeze, and as he waited for a light to change on Liberty Street, he removed a cigarette from his purse, lighting it with feminine grace..