Once in the house Aunt Rose took me to the bedroom and helped me out of my dress and peti-slip. “Let’s get you out of that girdle,” as she tugge... it off. I felt free again, my little cock was all shrunk in and no worry about upsetting Aunt Rose by showing an erection. You need to wear the bra from now on, I will get you another tomorrow morning but we need to get you used to wearing it. She went to my suitcase and pulled out some folded pajamas. Well I thought there were pajamas, but it was a. Even though I was no longer resisting he still held my head in a very firm grip and fucked my mouth with ever increasing speed. He had probably been fucking my mouth for three or four minutes when he stopped, pulled his sweats back up and walked out without saying a word. After he left I just sat there in a whirlwind of shock not believing what had just happened. So many thoughts raced through my head. Why did I let him do that? Why did I seem to like it? Did anyone see? Should I just run out. "Trent, how do you feel?" a man asked me, and all of a sudden the small auditorium fell completely silent."I feel pretty good," I said into the microphone Mr. Carpenter held for me. "I'm kinda hungry."That made most of them laugh, at least politely, and Mom rubbed my shoulders. She and Dad were standing right behind me."How does it feel to be a hero?" a woman asked, getting the question in just ahead of a half-dozen others."I don't know." I shrugged. "I guess I'll have to find one and ask. She has a little pot belly that I think is adorable, and legs that can kill at a hundred paces. She was as brown all over as finely polished walnut, and her hair is light gold, and pulled back into a bun at the back of her neck, which makes her look as sleek as a panther. Me? I’m average everything. We came around the soji screen and met three other couples: Linda and Tom, Billie and Bill, and Frank and Alicia. A sign hanging from the rafters said no alcohol in the hot tub, but wine bottles.