Don't hesitate to ring me if you've got a problem. I'll probably call you in a week or two's time out of curiosity."Nick chuckled. "I wouldn't mind a ...isit at some stage. It would do morale good." I'd like to do that once you've got things fully under control. Good luck, Nick."He rang off.Nick sat back in his chair. "So far so good," he thought. "He appears confident in me and is supportive. I'm glad I've got his backing if I have to call in the police."He looked at his diary for the next day's. "Pete shot up like a bullet and dissappeared out of his living room and upstairs. I used the now empty room as a chance to reorganise my growing cock so it rested a bit more comfortable in my pants. A part of me could not believe what was happening, another was regretting that I agreed and so quickly but the last part was very excited. Pete was one of those naturally good looking guys who oozed self confidence. Because of this, whenever my fantasies drifted towards men it was normally of him.. HE was standing UP to pee. SHE had to sit DOWN to pee.She had never, until tonight, realized that her life was so sheltered. She wore the scant, and sometimes revealing clothing, because she saw the other girls wear them, and it looked good to her when she tried the same type clothing, so she wore them more and more. Just NOT in front of her parents or brothers. She had dressed much the same as when she started. Little girl clothes, she called them.She had begun to enjoy it, when boys or men. I clenched and tried to get away but I was restrained and helpless. Smoothly and without stopping she began sliding her finger into my ass. I cried out under the gag and thrashed my head around. She continued to push and I felt her finger slip in up to her knuckle. It was excruciating but at the same time I felt myself on the threshold of an orgasm. She started turning her finger in my hole. A half circle one way, then back and around the other way. I.