Wondering what could be so bad, but little did I know, what was to come. It felt like hours, Master hadn't come back in, I heard the stereo on. Playin... his favorite song. "Lips Of An Angel" I felt tears slip down my face as time went on, it must be 1 am now, Master hadn't come back in, the stereo had been turned off, and I heard Master go into the extra bed room. Morning sometime I was sleeping, but I felt hands come around my waste, and my blind fold taken off, I woke up, I saw Master's. She loved me in silk boxers so I always wore them. Her favourites were black its red hearts or the ones with cartoon pigs having sex on. My cock would be bucking away in mŷ jeans during the drive there with the silk of the boxers giving me a perpetual hardon. When I pulled up she would either be in bed waiting or downstairs with her teenage son and daughter. I'd come in and make chit chat for a couple of minutes before either of us would lead the other up to her bedroom. She didn't care the. . harder... There... now,... please... now. Uh... uh... uh... oh-h-h-h... ye-e-e-e-s-s-s-s."Keeping one hand on the young girl's pussy, Brad stripped off his pants and undershorts and then dragged her off the sofa to the carpeted floor. She might be jailbait but she was definitely a hot, little bitch and he was going to have her.Young Beth knew what her brother's friend was doing. And she guessed what he planned to do. Her legs flopped open limply as he peeled her panties off and then he was. She told me to call if I wanted to keepseeing her or to discuss things. I didn't say anything, I was numb. Ijust got up and staggered to the door. No goodbye, no I'll call you,nothing of encouragement at all. I also felt sorry for myself. What anASSHOLE! I went home and started to think again; A kind of a self-evaluation ifyou will. Who am I? What do I really believe? Is it all lip service?Am I some kind of hypocrite? One thing I did know, I'm a human being,and therefore I'm flawed. .