I was studying for my school certificate exams at the local all-girl grammar school at the time. I did pass with distinction in all subjects but Mothe... had a breakdown which meant I had to take over the shop and forget plans of attending university and becoming a journalist.After a couple of years Mother recovered enough to manage the shop and I got a job at my father’s pot bank learning plate painting. My fellow workers were all girls who were a jolly bunch always laughing and full of. It was about a foot long limp, about 3 inches around and had 2 huge hairy balls below it. Bart slowly reached out and began to caress his own fathers cock. Since it became clear to Bart that he was gay, he had never seen another mans cock, especially his own fathers, and now it was sitting in front of him for all his glory. He continued caressing it all over, he reached with his other hand and began to fondle the huge balls sitting below it. Too bad no one will ever play with this again, he. Mrs. Feinstein then swivelled her head toward me. "Now child, you havesomething to say to me?"I didn't feel bad for lying to Mrs. Feinstein- I rarely felt anythingafter a lie, but a part of me wondered if she knew I was lying. Herexpression never wavered- she was a disappointed school teacher withfurrowed brow and tight lips. I was seen it a million times in school,but something about this woman almost pried the truth from me.I looked down at my shoes, desperate to free myself from her gaze.. “Eyes up here dweeb.”Your eyes lock to hers, stammering, “Uh are you Roxy?”“The one and only little man, what are you doing on this side of town?”“Well, I was alone in my room when my mom-”“Oh shit, you’re that nice lady’s kid!?”“Y-y yeah, Joanne is my mother.”“Yeah Joey, she said you were a burgeoning cockslut.”“SHE SAID WHAT!?”“HAHA not in those words but I’ve seen guys like you. You know your place and even like it. I feel ya. So you want to work here?”“I could use the money.”“I don’t pay.