"Thomas, please make me a cocktail before dinner, something tall and cool, perhaps a Tom Collins would be nice." Bertie, don't you think you've alread... had enough?" Not too sweet. No cherry juice." Bertie." Do you want me to get Hans or Gerta to make it for me? I'm having a very good time today, Thomas. I'm in an excellent mood. Please don't spoil it." Mr. Parsons went over to the bar and made both of them a drink."Kenny, would you like me to make you a drink as well?" I thought he was joking. He felt good. He felt clean. He did everything he could to keep from sliding his hand along his now small smooth cock. He had obediently got into his car and drove the 20 minute journey to his rendezvous. He arrived at the unassuming two story house in the suburbs and felt a flutter of nerves that he was actually doing this. He should have run but he chose not to. An older lady next door called and said "Hi, are you one of his friends?". John hesitantly replied that he was. The lady smiled as. .I may have...things have definitely been weird. I can say that much for sure.”“Is it how they say? Does she look like a bedsheet with two holes cut out for eyes? Or do things move about in your room when you aren’t there?’“N-no, no nothing like that. I have actually...seen her. A couple of times actually, though I didn’t know it was Janie at first.”“Is that why you came to me before? You saw her but weren't quite certain?”“Kinda, yeah.” I looked at the clock: quarter past one. I should get. ”I think we should go for a sleep now” my mother said so we left the shower and went for a rest.I woke up and the smell of sex was still in the room was so fucking hot,I decided to go in for a quick piss and I didn't notice my mother so sitting down having a piss herself.”Now that your going to be a slut like me I will give you a treat and you can watch me piss whenever you like” she said“Are you sure ?”I said“Yeh now start wanking your juicey cock for me and use these” she then threw me her.