Now I’m even more afraid to tell him about Gayle wanting to be my sex slave. He’s going to think I’m a sex maniac.”“I wouldn’t worry about...Roger. Guys his age have sex on their mind 16 hours a day. The other 8, they’re sleeping. I do wish, though, that you two don’t go off the deep end with sex now that your time with me is up.”“Yeah. I think you’re right. Maybe I won’t bring out all the details of yesterday’s party. I think I better tell him about Gayle, though. I don’t want to go behind his. Repeating this a number of times, I change my method and begin to squeeze and softly kneed your calf.I stop, and movie over to your other foot, repeating myself slowly working my way up to your calf again, working the oil into your skin. Moving further up, I begin on your thigh, using the same gentle kneading, working the warm oil, stopping now and then to tease your skin with just my fingertips.Getting to the top of your thigh, one hand slips to the inside, very close to the top, between your. I gasped as Davy set his hand on my crotch, and he moved his hand away to my stomach. He crawled over me, pushing me to the bed and kissing my neck. He pulled off my shirt over my head, and continued kissing down my body, around my stomach and across my pant-line. I was breathing fast, so was he, his warm breath over my skin. He unbuttoned my pants and I saw him go red. He unzipped my pants, sliding them off carefully and slowly. My back arched as he gently touched the outline of my penis. "You weak lil boy. You want to hit a girl??" And more laughter."C'mon boy. You weak, pathetic, miserable little...boy." The words stung with each venom coated syllable that came from her red lips and sank beneath his ego. They slowly burned in his veins. His stomach grew hot with rage like he had swallowed red-. hot steel ball bearings. He was temporarily stunned but soon regained his words. He looked her square in the eyes. Or at least, he tried. Monica Sanders stood a full six inches above.