Mac was serious and really took to booty-shaking. Well, as serious as an almost-three-year-old can be.The batboys had fun, too. Bob wasn’t too sure ...e wanted to do it until I did. I knew he would want to emulate me. M.E. was a teenage girl; I’d yet to meet one who didn’t like to dance. The other two batboys did it to show they had team spirit.Coach Kingwood broke up our dance party to remind us we had a baseball game to play. I gave Mac and Kyle back to Greg and ran to the dugout.“I can’t. "I know, Billy. I just..."His hands moves over my pecs. I felt him linger on my nipples. It felt nice, but this was a boy touching me. A boy. Not right."John..." Sorry. I don't know.."He went to his knees and his hands went to my legs. The soap made it easy for him to find the few stray hairs and he gently shaved them off. His touch made me aroused. I was ready to get out of there before he noticed."All done. Thanks, John."But then John asked "what about the rest?"I looked down at him. "Rest?". Peter reached out and fondled her cunt as if it was just some piece of meat. "Oh, dear. She's very sloppy now. I shouldn't blame you, if you want your slave to clean up this wet cunt with her tongue, before you handle her."The man turned round and pulled at a thin chain, which was fastened to a dog's collar around his wife's neck: "You heard him, Ulla, there is a wet cunt to be licked clean. Get up and do it."Helly opened her eyes, and through a haze of lust she saw the pretty brunette walk up. Mom drank her first glass pretty quickly. I presumed she was a little disappointed at not getting to be used and disappointed tonight. I'm not a big wine drinker so I sipped at my glass, my confidence growing as she quickly refilled hers. We sat and drank in quietness watching the film as the sky darkened outside. After about an hour, as it got dark enough for her not to be able to see the fear in my eyes, I decided it was time. Mom had slowed but was filling her 4th glass by that time. I.