" Fuck!" I exclaimed when I struck my shin on the coffee table. I briskly rubbed the point of the pain with my hand. Before the day ended, I'd have a ...arge black-and-blue bruise. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." Sandra Johnson, such language!" Mom said. "If you were younger, I'd wash your mouth out with soap."I grimaced, wishing I had Josh's ability to monitor the whereabouts of my family members, especially my nosy mother."Sorry," I muttered."If only that were true."That evening after dinner, Dad called me. In the aftermath, Ryan felt awkward with the fat mounds compressed onhis chest, looking pleasantly like pecs-But they weren't.It was tight, and uncomfortable as all hell. He went downstairs to anawkward dinner, not meeting his aunt's eyes, but he felt her gaze onhim."That should do," she murmured.Ryan glanced up. "What?" Oh nothing, hun."Ryan lightly shook himself. "Can you pass the sweet potatoes?" We're all out, dear."After dinner, Gina announced she would be going away a few weeks for. "Do you work out?" Robin gingerly brushed his bare hips, just above his belt.Chuck hissed and tried not to tremble. Her touch was molten; it jangled his nerves, made his heart thud, and hid cock twitch.She continued, slowly her fingertips gliding over his taut frame until she reached his nipples. "What's the matter? Pussy cat got your tongue?" Pressing both his hard nubs between her thumbs and forefingers, "so I asked you, do you work out?"Chuck nodded mutely. Pre-cum flowed freely. His damp. The following morning when Don enters the kitchen, Judy is already sitting at the table, naked. She immediately stands and assumes the position as Don instructed.“Good morning, Master. May I bring you some coffee?” she asks.“You may,” he allowed.Judy brings him a cup of coffee, then asks, “May I sit, Master?“Go ahead and sit down, Judy.”“Master, may I speak freely without fear of punishment?”“Since you’re new to this, I’ll allow it.”“Master, I never thought I’d like being dominated like this,.