My father would yellat me to "man up" and stop being such a "sissy". My mother would look atme sadly but she never went against him. So life went on...until twoincidents when I was 9 that changed me for a while. We were on avacation in Miami and we went to lunch at a local restaurant. Thewaitress was taking orders when she got to me. My hair had gotten long(due to my mother being too busy to take me for a haircut leading up tothe vacation) and I was just wearing a plain tank top and shorts.. We were flying high again. We hosted the Chiefs ten days before Christmas. We were ahead 24-21 late in the fourth quarter when disaster struck. Brady tossed a screen out to Omar, which he bobbled. The Chiefs’ Brandon Flowers snatched the bobbled ball and raced to the end zone untouched. We weren’t able to make up the deficit in the time remaining.The loss to the Chiefs stung. Antwaan and Brady called a team members only meeting to lay things on the line. They demanded every one of us step up. I pushed it back and forth with my finger and much to my delight, it grew. I knew it was an automatic body response but I still loved seeing it grow and harden. I scooted closer and rubbed my hand over her tummy. Her skin felt so soft yet so firm and touching it made the tip of my cock tingle. I reached up and took two big handfuls of her tits giving them a firm squeeze. I then grabbed her nipples, pulled on them, and kept pulling on them making them longer and stretching them out."Ow!" she. We pulled up to a stunning villa in the hills and I guided you out of the car and went to the door I described it to you as I guided you and before I could knock the door was opened and the two men from earlier were stood there in robes smiling at me. The one who wore no shorts from before spoke and said we agreed 500 euros to use your cum slut and here is the money I thanked them and put it in my pocket saying to you I have taken payment now you are theirs for the night so be good.I let go of.