It’s your call.”Dad searched my face. He looked over at Dusty and then back at me. I wondered who would decide: my father or the artist.“Alright... he can stay. But I reserve the right to stop the session or have him leave. Understand?”“Of course, Dad. You’re the artist. I’m just the model,” I said, trying hard to sound very serious. We walked back to my brother.“I’ve decided you can stay for now, Dusty. We’ll just see how it goes.”“Thanks, Dad. What can I do to help out?”“Nothing for now. Let’s. I let the toy pop outa my mouth with a gasp, and run the cock down my chest, belly and over my swollen cock, then back up to the head. I run the two tips together teasing myself making myself moan and gasp as I watched. All I could thing about was Matt fucking me and telling me he was gonna fuck me like the slut I was..........fuck that turned me on gets me so hot!! my cock throbbed and I gasped "Oh fuck...." I slide the toy down to my waiting hole, pressed the mushroom head agianst me and. Let’s go meet these folks.” Downstairs, I circled through the rooms. The large living room had two full sized sofas side by side, facing a big TV. Throw rugs covered the wooden floor. Along one wall, book shelves were filled with Louis L’Amour and Perry Mason, Ian Fleming and Robert Ludlum, and a lot of fishing books. The walls in the living and dining rooms were mostly bare except for a large map of the Poconos. We walked past the kitchen and out through a screen door that slammed shut. ”“Al!” I protested. “I need to know!”I started to sit up and Kara’s hand went to my shoulder.“Doctor Burns, I suggest 10mg diazepam,” Al said. “He’s going to get more agitated.”“No,” I protested.“I agree,” Doctor Burns said. “Ortho needs to work on his wrist as well.”“Snuggle Bear, be quiet, lie still, and let Doctor Barton take care of you,” Kara said firmly. “Doctor Barton, I have health care power of attorney. Go ahead.”“Kara,” I begged. “No!”“Shush!”I wasn’t going to win this fight so I.