I felt myself gently pressing back against him, under the guise of enjoying his shoulder massage."That feels so good, Mr. Adams" I said with my eyes c...osed, wiggling my shoulders back in an attempt to create more sensation on his huge cock."You like that, boy? You're so so...tight" he said, kneading my shoulders. "I think you need to relax a little more, let me get your back to." His fingers worked their way down my from my shoulders to my back. As he did this, I felt him widen his stance and. I’m going back to Nashville.’ He raises his eyebrows, but its amusement rather than surprise. ‘Is this for sure?’ ‘It is.’ ‘Well,’ he smiles, ‘It’s about time. You know I’ll miss our visits. Not many people have the time for a man my age. Your mom used to listen.’ We share a moment of silence. He looks at me sideways. ‘You gonna be okay? You know, if you run into the people you might run into?’ ‘Yup,’ I lie. ‘Even Jasmine?’ he cuts right to the point. ‘It’s been long enough that I can handle. "Yes what bitch," she said sternly. She slapped my face hard and I jumped. "Yes mistress," I answered. "I am a whore." It was a new twist on an old game and I knew it well. We had role played BDSM sex games many times but the scenarios and the acts were all straight. We had never talked about gay or bisex. I loved it. "Good answer Piggy. Now get my girl cock nice and wet because next it is going in your tight virgin ass," she teased. "I have to take your cherry so you are well trained when we. Some mornings at breakfast, he’d watch me deep-throating a breakfast sausage, and a raise of his eyebrow was all that I needed - a few minutes later, we’d be in the closet, his cock deep in my throat, pussy, or ass.Yeah, my ass - I’d never had anal sex before, but the second my brother mentioned that it might help him cum, I knew I didn’t have a choice. Everything I do - everything I am - is to help him get off, and he didn’t even need to mention it twice. I walk around all day with my ass.