One time we were both conscious. We were little kids, and the nurse put us in the bathtub together. The tub only had enough water in it to cover our l...gs. We got left alone for around ten minutes as she helped with another patient. I was a boy, and she was a girl. The nurse found us comparing each other. Instead of getting upset, she got a rubber ducky from somewhere and tossed it into the tub. My friend and I went after it. The next time I was in the hospital, I had a meltdown about wanting my. “One more”, he panted. “One more, before you get the real thing.”“Please...”, I begged, wanting it. The third finger widened me even more, it felt good, him moving inside me. I arched my back, pressed me against him, again and again.“Now”, his voice was a whisper. One last time he stroked my cunt, spread the moisture up my ass. Then I felt his cock.Gentle pressure against the hole, one hard thrust and he buried himself deep, so deep. I gasped. It hurt, but it was him, my owner. And it felt. He really was violently pounding down on her, but more surprisingly, she was every bit enjoying his attention demanding ore of the same.The closest thing to sex was porn I watched fro time to time, seeing it actually happening on my bed with my sister under an older man, and in my state of mind, left me both frozen and fascinated, the sounds of their approving act and the smell of sex, became almost instantaneously addictive as I let the room door close and stood watching at the foot of the. This time, he learned what made her breathless and took her there several times before joining her on that rare plane. Twice. He coaxed her into taking another shower with him and was ecstatic to find fresh coffee brewing while she fried bacon and eggs for him. ‘I didn’t know how you liked your eggs … ‘ ‘Anyway you make them is fine.’ They ate in silence, then she made a breakfast sandwich for Chauncey, wrapping it in foil. ‘Go give this to him, will you?’ ‘Sure.’ When he returned five minutes.