It was strange watching how well she managed to control her son. She managed to get him to say, “I’m sorry,” as quietly as possible.I walked out...of the room and was about to try and walk home when his mom grabbed my arm stopping me. “I’m sorry for my son. Please go take a shower and I’ll wash your clothes.” I started to protest but she gave me a stern look. I figured it would be best not to protest her any more.We went back upstairs and into the master bedroom. “Here is a towel, hand me your. I cummed. I cummed straight into the washbasin, spurting again and again. No spills went outside the washbasin. With my final cum I collapsed over the wash basin, holding it with my hands. Aunty still hugged me from behind, but had let loose her grip on my tool. After a few minutes I came to my sense and washed the basin of my cum. Aunty got hold of my thing once again and told “You cummed a lot in one go, and still I can see some hardness in your tool”. What she told was right. Apparently my. We all cracked up. “My turn?” I asked. “Randy got to fuck; Paul got a hand job, what’s in it for me?” “Sweet dreams and a chance to do some working out. Starting with your right hand.” Barb was to the point. We all got more beer, and finally Josh got home. He had met Veronica at the apartment she shared with Sonja. Veronica told him that Sonja was out – something to do with a Policeman’s Ball. I guess I couldn’t get too jealous. Josh had stopped at the convenience store for smokes and stripped. Most of the nights were spent in her small room, emerging early to feed the Boys and bring my breakfast to me in bed.“Are you happy here?” I asked one morning.“Yes Mistress. Very much so! It’s just…”“You may speak freely, Girl.”“I want to feel…”“Go on.” I prodded.“I want to be more for you. I want you to possess me…completely.” The young brunette said quietly. “I’m not sure you realize what it means to commit to this dynamic. To commit wholly to me.” I said regretfully.“Mistress, please. .