I resisted the temptation to answer, "Questions without Precision are of no educational relevance." Instead I made up some crap, because it was pretty...obvious that they wanted crap; it was English after all. I had no choice but to make up crap, because it seems to me that the only things that have "social relevance" in mainstream America are money, sex and religion. Politics is a subset of money, and I have suspicions about religion not being as distinct from the other two as it should be. None. ” I answered. “I’ll bet you have them now don’t you boy? Tell Mistress Shelly the truth!” “Yes ma’am…” I sheepishly admitted. Shelly stood up and gestured for me to do likewise. She said, “Strip! I need to see what kind of boy I own!” I gave Shelly a blank look and hesitated. “Well?” she snapped. I jumped up, saying “Yes, mistress!” I undressed, having no idea what to expect next. Shelly knelt down in front of me so that my cock and balls were at face level. She hefted my balls in her palm and. Once she came to sweep my room, that time I was with my shorts which is very loose at thighs, I don’t use to wear any underwear when am at my home, okay when she came I was studying the book on my bed by leaning to the wall and half folding my legs. I thought to expose my dick to her and I pulled my cloth at thigh lower so that she can able to see my dick as I already said short it loose at thighs. I got succeeded in that, I acted like studying, observed her she is watching my dick. She came. A naughty smile came to her face and she closed the drawer. It's a warm day so I won't need panties, she told herself. She felt so naughty leaving the apartment without panties. If the neighbors only knew what a kinky lady I am now, she thought and chuckled to herself.The outdoor mall was crowded as usual. As Becky made her way through the shoppers and past the vendors stalls set up on the sidewalk she suddenly felt something between her legs. "Oh my," she gasped aloud when she felt John's cum.