She said to me "get your sorry worthless sissy faggot ass cum holes in the car. Little sissy faggot has to go to her room for a few day." We then drov... to the sleaziest motel in town. As I sat in the car waiting for her to return with the key, I can remember being so scared that I though about stealing the car. I would soon regret not taking my chance. We drove around to the very back. Where no one looked to have been in years. She made me grab a bag from the trunk and meet her at the last. “Okay. I’m gonna go change my clothes and take off right away.“ Bobby swiftly left the kitchen and went into his room closing the door.I’d been a horny teenage boy once and I knew sometimes when it was time to jack off, it was just time to jack off. And I knew that that was exactly what he was doing in the bedroom.About seven minutes later he came back out and passed through the kitchen. “I’ll be at Jason’s.” And he was out the back door.I smiled again. Changing his clothes was a good cover. ’ I said looking him in the eye, but I couldn’t hold his gaze, and looked quickly away. I was shaking as I reached for my glass and drained it. I put my hands on the table in front of me, studying them for a moment before I asked, ‘Why?’ He opened his mouth to speak, then closed it. He reached for his drink, stabbed the ice with the straw, brought the glass to his lips, and then set it down without drinking. He took hold of my hands and drew a deep breath. ‘Because I was ready and you weren’t.’. Clearly, this was her old stuff, stored in this spare room. I held up a brassiere, imagining the size of her breasts and wondering what her nipples would look like. Would they be brown and olive-sized, as I’d imagined? If I licked them, would they swell? The other drawers contained folded clothing, and the bottom drawer contained a coil of thick, soft rope made of nylon or silk. I wondered what she would need with a length of rope, and immediately had lurid thoughts about it until I saw that it.