That was apparent by her now harder grip.“Hmm, getting close huh? I see that pre-cum. I can feel you beginning to spasm inside!” she exclaimed as ...he pulled up on my hard cock and I felt the splurge of clear liquid roll out of the tip of erection. “Mmm, almost there. I am going to make you cum soon aren’t I?”And she was going to make me cum. I felt the spasm begin deep in my spine. It began to travel to the base of my hard shaft. I felt my sack tighten and my balls lift. I even got harder in. God. This was how I ended up here. I must stop, I thought to myself. Perhaps it was not too late. Perhaps I could explain to the two of them -- beg forgiveness, throw myself on their mercy. Promise to behave -- and mean it this time and actually deliver if only I could be granted one more chance.But there had been a hundred 'one more chances'. I had failed repeatedly and now I had been brought here to be 'fixed'.I’d heard whisperings among the downstairs staff about a young lady who was sent. He was working and she’d come in for a drink after her horrific shift at the bookstore across the parking lot. ‘I’m not Jules,’ Kaitlyn replied with an eye roll, referring to their friend, Julia. Julia was working on the night in question, otherwise Kaitlyn was more than certain their friend would be suiting up in her red jersey before Joel had even finished asking. She sipped her drink and brushed a strand of dark hair out of her eyes. ‘I’m the one who doesn’t care about hockey.’ Her sharp. The whole town knew the weather was coming and Mom had a date to go to what had been set up as a White Christmas dinner at one of the fancy hotel ballrooms that were popular in the late 1940's. It was a Friday night. After Mom left, Martha Jane darkened our bedroom and sat on the bed with me, watching the snow. The bed was in its usual place in that little room, pushed lengthwise against the wall alongside the big double window. We leaned on the window sill and talked and watched the falling.