"Johnathon, do you like it?"I guess I looked confused, and then she said, "The beer, honey," and one more time, that knowing smile appeared."I like it...a lot." Johnathon, I have to run to the drug store, and you are all sweaty. Why don't you take a shower while I am gone. Use my bedroom with the high-tech shower. I won't be long."She showed me how to get to her bedroom, and I went in and stripped. The shower was a glass closet with all kinds of buttons. I pushed on, and a stream of pulsating. Reach out and take it. A quick swip of the keycard, geenlight, you push open the door and walk in.First thing you see is the two men lounging in chairs, drink in hand, the looks they give you makes your clit throb so hard you strangle a whimper. You remember the rules. Do not speak unless spoken too and slowly undress, wear the collar and shoes they sent you.Hands shaking you slowly let everything fall away. You drop your jacket on the floor and you forget bout your yelling k**s, you slowly. It was Cathy, the girl who lived directly across the street. Cathy already had on her swim suite and I watched as she walked to the far end of the pool and laid her towel on a chair. She pulled a white bathing cap down over her blond curls and then stepped to the edge of the pool, paused a moment and dove in. When Cathy popped up next to me I tried not to stare at her chest. I was 13 and Cathy had what every young boy wanted to look at ... BREASTS. Not just some little bumps or the first. It wasn't the lustful passionate kiss I had expected.Tradition in my family dictates that you offer your guest a seat and some refreshment. Today was no different, but it was too early for alcohol."Can I offer you a tea or coffee?" I asked her, “or, would you prefer a soft drink?”"Thank you, I would like a tea." English Breakfast, Earl Grey, or Darjeeling?" Oh, fancy, I’ll have posh Earl Gey, please"I make tea properly when it's not a quick weekday brew. I soon returned to the living room with.