If it had been a dream they would have ridden you for hours and it would have been in your mind more erotic and sensual. The morning after the encount...r I woke up to find you with my soft cock in your hands, almost out of guilt you didn't want to enjoy my cock or even me. You got me hard, wouldn't ride me but chose to wank me off hard and quickly to lessen your feeling of betrayal. But our relationship is open and honest and we're at the time of our lives that it's about ourselves and our own. ‘Uncle, how would you feel if I became sexually active?’ she asked. ‘I can tell from the question that you already have become active. I am deeply disappointed in you. You are too young to engage in these matters. I’ll go kill the boy!’ ‘No uncle, please don’t! I took it to him, he didn’t bring it to me.’ I have been known for having a violent temper when things aren’t going my way. She knew I’d do it. I didn’t. As it turned out later, I should have. But sex aside, Robie had me wrapped around. The rest of us kneel on some pads with our legs apart and our hands above our heads. No one bid for the first two sold. They would go back to stock and sold at a low price, if anyone would be interested in them. Otherwise they would suffer the fate that all sex slaves fear: They would be freed. Now I am getting worried. The auctioneer is terrible. Those boys should have gone for a good price. I am worried because I am average average. I have average height, weight and dick size. I do have blond. ‘Not finished,’ he said laughing. ‘Now you both kneel back on the edge of the bed and I inspect your bottom holes with my tongue. Do you think you can stand it?’ ‘Oh fuck yes,’ I said, ‘I can stand that all day!’ ‘And I’ll give you two hours to stop doing it,’ Jo said. I noticed that we’d both picked up his use of language to heighten the excitement of the situation. I don’t know where all this came from but he was obviously very, very excited tonight. Perhaps bringing him hard from soft like.