I know that urge and need to get off, I also top when I'm not a bottom faggot. So, I sympathize with the needs of a top and a man who needs to get off...Bill worked at the nursing home for another six months or so, but he quit and moved to Arizona. We worked together a few times, but when we were in private with each other, he'd call me a faggot or he'd degrade me by calling me less of a man or a cum dump. He'd also egg me on by grabbing his crotch and telling me how much I need it or how my. That’s when the sessions took a turn. I was flustered and embarrassed by the topic. it showed on my face, which was as red as a tomato. It got even worse when she said"What kind of fetishes do you have other than feet."I tried to reply but I was just stuttering hopelessly. Trying to figure out how she knew."I noticed that you’ve been starring at my feet from day one. Don’t worry its natural and you not the first person to stare," she said acting all professional.Nothing would come out, I was so. But as Charles turned around, he found he had walked straight down the wrong path. Cursing himself for being so c***dish, he turned around again, and walked back the way he had come. Or at least that was what he thought, for on reaching the end of the path, the boy found he had walked further into the heart of the Maze, instead of coming out. Frustration took hold at first, then panic gripped him, as he thought about charging through the branches of the Yew bushes to get out. This proved. And he did not really resist or protest even the sandwich used as a gag. His hands were free, not bound. He obviously enjoyed it.”“Same here. But then Lenny is a bit of a sub, aren’t you, hon?” Kristin licked her lips as she watched her husband blush, his cock starting to stiffen again after cumming shortly before.“Yes, dear,” Lenny admitted sheepishly, “I will stay. I’ve found plenty of women to dominate me ... under Master’s thumb, that is.”“It will also cost Dad his relationship with me, if.