“Chuckles. Okay, Okay. Relax and listen to me. I want you to remember something. You have not formally submitted to me in any way, shape or ...orm. At the moment, our motivation is simply voluntary. We are enjoying each other, and we do things because we want to. That’s all. I was never going to stop you masturbating. Nor would I punish you if you had broken our deal.” “You wouldn’t have?” “Nope.” “I’ve been tearing my hair out all evening over this.” “Chuckles.”. I came downstairs with the bowl and a lighter and made new plans for us. Its nice out, lets smoke in the hot tub. That sounds fucking fantastic, he responded, gettting off the couch showing off his morning wood through his boxers. He came up and made out with me a little, and i felt his cock through his boxers. We grabbed the weed and headed downstairs and into the yard, only in our boxers and socks. It was a little chilly when we were basically naked, but I knew the hottub was already warm.. The only thought in my mind then was how lucky those people are who would get to see his body though the shirt.Another day, while he was teaching us, electricity went off, he was wearing a shirt that day, it was too hot that particular day, he was sweating badly, he just unbuttoned the top three buttons of his shirt, aah his beautiful smooth cleavage was just irresistible, and it turned even amazing when he tilted a bit to solve another boys doubt and his awesome ripped body was clearly visible. After a search around the house and in my office Judith looked through the window and realised that the Tesla wasn’t there. Another troubled look crossed her face before she went back upstairs.The system only gives sound from the bedroom.I heard the door open.“Jack, wake up.”I hear various groans. “What?”“He’s gone.”“Who’s gone.”“Martin’s gone. We screwed up last night. He slept on the couch downstairs and now he’s gone.”“So what?”“He was upset. I should have warned him, we shouldn’t have.