I realized with sudden panic that if she made it inside we probably wouldn’t be able to get to her and she might be able to identify us. She was yo...ng and she had a head start on us, so naturally she got to the door first. In her panic, she fumbled for her keys for a few seconds, then dropped them and had to pick them up. Finally she opened the door just as Jake caught up with her. “Get off! Get off!” she started to scream as Jake pulled her away from the door. Before she could say anything. I am in charge of your little cock, and Idecide when... or if... it gets a release. I haven't seen a need to milkyou in months. I did let your cock out last month, didn't I?Him: Yes, but that was just so it could be tattooed...Me: And you love your new ink, don't you boy?Him: Yes mommy. I love my tramp stamp! (Strange, I remember him hatingthem at first...I guess he is desperate to please me.)Me: That's a good boy. I may get more work done on you soon.Him: Yes please mommy! (Again, I sense his. "Forgive me Father, for I have sinned." came the sultry voice "Hello, Father. I'm sure you remember who this is. It has been only a week since my last confession. But what a week it has been!" A sense of dread filled me as the words processed through my head, followed by a sense of excitement. 'Yes. I remember you', I thought. You, the tender young vixen who took my virginity. Right here. In this same confessional. An involuntary tent rose in my cassock as I recalled last Saturday. After. Mom had removed her slacks and was sitting on the bed in just her t-shirt and panties.“Come in, Teddy. And it might be better if you take your shorts off.”This was totally out of control. “Are you sure about this, Mom?”She responded, sounding imperious, “Yes, I need the practice.”Again the thought of rejecting her made me comply with her wishes. I untied the string on my shorts and slipped them down. I could already feel my cock start to swell. I gritted my teeth to try and quell my little.