The only reason I am is that I have to, Sir,” Becky asked sarcastically. I had only put a little chicken feed in her mouth, and most of it was gone....She had the power to hurt me while she was inside a chicken coop as a feeding tray for barnyard animals. I felt powerless.“Why are you talking to me with so much disrespect?” I asked her.“Simple. Respect is earned,” Becky held up a single finger to offer her first reason. “You are a little Rooster who has no idea what he is doing pretending you are. He said, "Mom, you look like you're starting to get red so you better put some lotion on or something." Well now this was a problem, for who I don't know but that's when things started to get interesting."Mark," I said, "Would you please put some lotion on for me dear?"I swear I could hear him swallow hard but with a little excitement in his voice he said, "Sure, mom."When his hands first touched me as he spread the lotion on my back I thought I was going to die. The chills and the thrill that. "So I guess I better make myself free."It couldn't place my finger on it but something seemed different about Julie. It was almost like I was talking to two people. One minute I could hear her chewing on the inside of her cheek — a habit she did when she was nervous or upset. But other times I could detect almost a playfulness in her voice. Both were foreign to me."I haven't quite figured out how to get around here," I said. "Can we meet somewhere close to the Hyatt-Downtown. I know L.A. is. His dick stayed hard but his face sure turned red."Were you dreaming about using that on me, Jay? Like you're always talking about, huh?"He sat up straight and said firmly, "No, I wasn't." Gee that's too bad, I was hoping you were dreaming about doing me," as I still had my hand on his bulge.I thought, what the hell, he's almost naked, I'm almost naked, I've got my hand on his cock, well, it's under his trunks, but, still, so I lifted my hand off, reached around the back of my neck and untiled.