Flat chested and hairless where it counts, what stood out about me was not my physical immaturity nor how skinny I was, but the scars that showed on m... pale skin. Without a word from them, I turned slowly, arms stretched out, so they could see everything. My back and buttocks were much the same as my front, lightly scarred from serious injuries mostly long past. When I had completed my turn, the men looked at one another. ‘Wounds that look as though they would have killed a full grown man on. We finally took the hint.We pulled into Helen's driveway. I turned off the engine and turned toward her. "I've changed my mind." Oh?" Yes." I clutched the back of her collar and pulled her across my lap and flipped up her skirt. "You're a meddlesome wench after all, Helen," I said smacking her sharply on the butt."Ow. Bob, you turkey. OWW! That hurt." It's a spanking, Helen."I gave her a few more swats and let her up, then walked her to her door. "Thank you, Helen. I enjoyed the evening. I held out my hand and she took it and we walked hand in hand into the bathroom.This was a standard motel bathroom with tiny bars of soap. I had thought in advance to pick up additional toiletries and we had everything from shampoo and conditioner to bubble bath and baby oil. I wasn't sure what she'd like, but now I was getting the feeling that she wanted to try it all. Maybe it was the taste of freedom from having left the group home coupled with the uncertainty of freedom once she was. "Good! That's what I wanted," she said with a smile, pulling the leashtoward her big meat stick. "Lick it."I moved my hand up, grabbed her rock-hard shaft, and slowly began to lickit. "Did I ask you to use your hands?" she growled."No... no..," I responded meekly."No what?" she asked menacingly."No, ma'am," I replied."Good," she said, her face lightening up a little.Putting my arms to my sides, I began to lick her shaft from root to tip.A moan escaped her lips as I licked the tip."You can take.