" It was a struggle, but in a couple of thrusts I found a way to maintain eye contact.I stroked him slowly as I got used to the awkward angle. A chill...washed over me, the hairs on my arms and neck stood up, and my pussy flooded with extra wetness as I kept eye contact with him. It was so intense.I bobbed my head over him faster, sucking with all my might. After five or six strokes, he pulled out, gripped my chin, and lifted my face up so he could take good aim with his cock. Another thick. We are here, we are in the world outside, we decide. Mothers not always part. This is very difficult to speak. If I ask how you think, how you decide, can you answer? We do not know the words to say how we do."It is Gagugakhing who speaks now. Mothers make speak slow, but she say speak for her." The grammar was going south again. "She say—" There was another pause, quite short this time, and then Joe began to talk more strongly. "She says that you have spoken right, that she believes you mean. More than anything else, Uncle Bill."He reached up into the medicine cabinet and removed a jar of Vaseline. He greased up my virgin asshole, and after finger fucking me with one, then two, then three fingers, all the time jerking off my limp dick. Within no time of being finger fucked and jerked off, I got hard again. I was breathing heavily.Bill then removed his fingers, pushed my head down to the floor, lifting my ass, and spread my butt cheeks. The stale odor of piss filled my nostrils. I. " He then motioned with his hand for me to move to the side of the bed to eat the breakfast he had prepared. "You need to renew your energy, get some fuel in your body, you expended a lot of it last night." Again my mind flew back to the evening before. We had returned from the restaurant and had come directly to the bedroom where Mark had shown me the "toys" he had bought for me. There had been the expected toys, the vibrator and dildo, and unexpected items as well. The wrist and ankle.