Jackson slid a note across the desk to Henry. “They even rented this house.”“How do you know it’s them?”“Why else would a young smart coup...e with no kids move in? No one young making money would live here. We pray every night for our kids to make it out and dey’s movin in?” Mr. Jackson shook his head. “No, they’s feds.”Henry asked: “Why would this concern the Riders?”Mr. Jackson grimaced. “Oh Lord, son, I done told you. I’s no fool. They don’t think pushers did the killin’. Dey think Riders. Almost like a doorknob on a short bent pipe. He took it in his hand stroking the shaft in short, fast movements. His grip stopped at the back of his cockhead. I dropped from my stool to my knees and motioned him forward. My hands were small but once I took his shaft in my palm, I could only move back and forth less than an inch. I judged his shaft about four inches. His cockhead was disproportionately big though. His shaft was very hard, smooth and so small. Along with his big head, came a big. Ever since then I loved the feeling of the water hitting my cock and getting off in front of people. (Now the main story) I was on vacation with my family we were staying at a hotel. At this point now I am 21. My mom and I decided we wanted to head to the jacuzzi. We get in the jacuzzi, there was no one else there just my mom and I. The jets were in a decent position for me to lay there and try to let them hit my cock. It was perfect everything was lining up, I was going to get off right in. My master and I had disagreed on the manner of my traveling. I'd wanted to travel alone and he had forbade it. I told him that unless he chose to accompany me himself, anyone he sent with me would not be with with me for long once I'd crossed the river. I had something I wanted to do alone and I would do it, one way or another."I am no babe in the woods," I argued. A poor choice of words."Yes, that is exactly what you will be!" my master yelled, throwing the crust of bread he'd been dipping in.