Mother smiled at me, the blue plastic pieces in her hand. "Don't worry,Tommy, this is fine. I did it at your age with my mother, and I'm sureyou'll be...fine too."She held one half below my pee pee and the other set above, placed themtogether, and with a little whirring noise, the plastic pieces joinedtogether, and gently squeezed my pee pee.I looked down, the blue plastic light at the end winked red for a second,flashed to green then to blue, then flicked to red and blue."Oh, I, uh,..." I. Molly’s ass was rubbing against my crotch and I was getting hard. I tried to pull back; she told me to stay in tight otherwise we would get caught. Her ass felt great against my crotch. Suddenly, there was movement in the bedroom. I started snapping pictures. Craig walked in; I lost sight of him when he walked out. “He is still fully clothed,” I said to Molly.I pointed to the room next door. Molly had said this was Craig's office. There were shadows moving in that room. The blinds were closed. I order an Uber direction George.Once arrived on the spot, I do not know where to ring, there are only the family names posted. I'm still not going to make all the names, luckily a person passes and I manage to sneak. I find myself in front of the door. Do I ring? No, I'm going to leave. Come on I do it. I'm ringing and I'm waiting. I do not hear anything. There is no footstep. Shit, he must be out. I'm about to go down the stairs when I see George get off the elevator.George: Good evening,. Whilst never having experienced one of the two, they were of a nature so frequently dealt with in fiction and history that I had an awareness of such things. Number three was different. First, my hands we tied behind my back: this way, by the way. I thought they never would get through with all the trails and errors and experiments. The click-clicking became frantic. The method they finally settled on was the worst of the lot. My hands palm to palm, wrists tightly corded together and a leather.