He was still staring at my chest."Kimberly," he whispered. "I could keep these secret."I smiled tremblingly at him."But I wonder if there's something ...ou could do for me?"I exhaled. "Anything, Mr. Lambert," I breathed, wiping my cheeks. "I'll do anything." Do you really mean that?" he asked.I nodded anxiously. I would do anything."Good," he said. He stared at me. Tremblingly, I raised my hand to my chest. I knew what he wanted me to do.I unbuttoned the top button. He smiled. I undid the second,. I opened my mouth and language came out that I didn't know existed. I humiliated him down to the ground calling him all the worthless names there are in the book for mini dick clity boys like him. He just stood there and took it all. Do you know what Peter I think he was more scared that I was going to order him to take my clothes off than any other think.Then I said something that I've never said before to him, Show me your tiny little cock, lift up that dress sissy and let me see your excuse. Some want cheap labor for crap jobs they couldn't pay anyone else to do. Grammy's place wasn't the worst place I've had to live." What's worse than slave labor?" Michelle asked with a look of horror on her face."Creeps," Di said. "People trying to touch you or worse. I dressed like a boy, cut my hair off, and stopped bathing to keep those kind of people away from me. Some kids aren't so lucky and just disappear." Oh my god," Lauren said with wide eyes.Jason seemed to pick up her discomfort. He took his hand and slowly began stroking me, up and down my lil shaft. He would pinch my cock head every so often and soon took his other hand and cupped my sack with it.I felt my breath catch again, my heart was going crazy. I could feel him playing with my sack and I spread my legs abit farther apart. He soon shifted his hand position, he still had ahold of my sack but I felt one of his fingers slowly slide towards my asshole.Within moments he was there and I felt his finger gently push in,.