I’m an excited puppy slut and push back onto it, achingfor release. I start to pant subconsciously, mouth openand tongue out, eyes wide, the whi...pering noises notsounding as if they were my own.“Is my puppy thirsty?”I’m not really but I can only whine and hump the toyeven more. He likes it whenI’m full, and as he sets my water dish down I lower myhead to lap up the water gratefully. I haven’t quitegot the knack of drinking out of a dish so the waterruns down. He had no idea she was my mom. He went on describing. He said, “She is such a sexy and hot lady, I always fantasize to lay her.” Even other guys there passed sexy remarks on my mom. I was embarrassed and aroused at the same time. After the discussion I caught the salesman alone and enquired. I asked, “have you ever laid any woman in our society?” He said no but he wished to. He said few women have become very friendly with him. I asked him about the lady he was describing. He said yes. The. "You have to excuse me, I'm not used to this kind of treatment." "I don't believe you." "Why not?" "You mean to tell me that no one has ever pursued you?" "Actually, no." She laughed at this and I raised my eyebrow at her. "I find that hard to believe. You never dated anyone in high school? No men ever tried to ask you out?" I shook my head. She stared at me in bewilderment. "You realize how hard it is for me to believe that." "Well, I'm telling you the truth. No guy or girl has really ever. Dean would feel a lump grow in this throat as he just watched when this would take place. Yes, he knew this was wrong, but he didn't want to lose favor with them until he found out how similar he was to Cathal.You see, the word quickly spread around school that, like Dean, Cathal lived with his single mother at home. But, unlike his mother's job, her occupation was that of a palm reader, and when the guys got wind of that, they added her to their jokes.This carried on until the day Dean watched.