I’ll do whatever you want!” The male coach spoke. The head guard, Anthony, stepped to the man and kicked him in the stomach. He crouched over in p...in but continued protesting. “Please! Let the girls go!” Dylan waved to Anthony to stop him from punishing the man. Instead, he elected to apply the punishment himself. He held his hand out to a subordinate guard who promptly handed him a baton. Dylan stooped to speak into the man's bagged face. “When you are given an order, you obey that order. You. When my parents went away for a one- week convention, I invited him to the house to show him my room (among other things). He left work early so we could get an early start on our time together. He looked somewhat amazed at my private living space. I guess the “peace sign” posters and counter culture photos took him by surprise. “Your room looks like something out of the ‘Mod Squad,” he said as he looked at my choice of decoration. “Yeah, I know.” I said proudly as I sat on my bed. “So you’re. I know how to keep a secret, don't you think so?"She smiled again, this time her teeth flashing white between her gloss darkened lips. She relaxed into her chair. She was now happy as she understood my purpose. She was going to be my subrogating mother.She crossed her elegant legs, long and tanned and smooth. I could see how she accepted me, no judgment, she was beautiful, her soul was beautiful also, and, oh mygod her breasts pushed out against the front of her dress in a way many younger. Then it dawned on me. “Yes, Sir,” I muttered breathlessly. I quickly crossed my legs and my flesh pressed all around him, above, below, on the sides. Yeah, he liked that a lot. Growls of approval tickled my ear as he glided back and forth, giving some test thrusts. It did feel incredible. This simulated sex. He groaned and said, “Perfect. Mmm. Yeah. So tight. Just like that.” His teeth and tongue were making a meal of my neck, and he was now smashing against me, slapping his pelvis into my.