‘No. No. No,’ he said laughing, putting his hand over the words. ‘My work is in progress. You may not see it…yet.’ His mind was going into m...ch more detail than his words. Did he dare show it to her? What would she say? She walked by several times before he admitted to himself that this was the time to call her over. ‘More dessert or coffee to inspire your story?’ she asked with coffee pot in hand. ‘No, I believe the rough draft is finished. It is ready for your editing.’ ‘You want me to edit. He knelt submissively before the fully clothed man before him. His hands trembled as he reached out to undo his jeans and pull down the zipper. Placing his hand inside his pants, he felt for the first time what was possibly the biggest cock he’d ever felt in his life. He could barely get his fingers around the girth. Fishing it out, he was struck with the strong aroma of unwashed masculinity. It was an intoxicating elixir of sweat, piss, and pure, manly funk. Scott inhaled the scent and. .. there was a fourth member of the gang--Billy, the leader--asleep in the other room.Or was he asleep. Pinching herself to awaken further, she listened and caught the sound of a snore coming from behind the closed door. It was only then, with a sudden surge of panic and hope that she fully realized that all of her captors were asleep at the same time.Stealthily, she swung her legs off the soiled bare mattress and put her feet on the floor. Pop snorted, coughed, and turned on his side before. Joe bolted from bed, grabbed the falsies and a bra off of James'sdresser, ripped off his babydoll, and tried to put the bra on. But failedmiserably.James chuckled again, and fastened the back for him. Joe stood proud inhis thong and bra, probably the only seven year old in the world to havea B cup. He quickly pulled on his halter top from yesterday, exuberant athow he filled the top. James decided he was having too much fun to tellhim that the top of a second grader was not meant to be filled.