She couldn't skip school. Not without Jack's permission. Just as there was something inside her that kept her from wandering around the house to look ...or Jack, even though she really, really, wanted to know where he was ... for that matter, it kept her from looking for her mother or her other brother Todd as well.Finishing her breakfast, Emily headed to the front door. A small mahogany table had been thoughtfully placed near the door, in the main entryway to the house, and an empty wicker. To make matters worse I couldn’t get the thought of cock out of my mind. Every guy I saw I wanted pull his pants down and suck his cock until he shot his load in my mouth. I didn’t even like the taste of cum. In addition to wanting to suck every guys cock, all the women I meet I wondered if they were a transsexual.The obsession was getting worse and every night I had dreams of being fucked by giant cocks. My life was falling apart. I wasn’t attracted to men, why this obsession with cock all of. Then the boss ordered my wife to bent down and open his touser zip and he ordered her to take his tool in her mouth. Which she refused and he again slapped herand held her by her hairs and pushed her towards down to his tool.Then she opened the zip of his trouser and took out his tool.She feared after seeing 10 Inch long and nearly 2 inch thick tool, but she was helpless.He ordered her to kiss the tool first and told her to take in mouth.She holded his fully erected tool in her hand and then. A few minutes later I was in the bathroom stripped down to my underwear, while mom bathed me. It had been three days since I had taken a bath and mom insisted on washing me because I was too tired from the fever. I wasn’t.Mom had hiked up her thin cotton saree, giving me a good view of her smooth dusky legs till her knees. Sitting on the little stool, I got glimpses of her thunder thighs every time she moved.If I looked up, I could see her globules of humungous tits staring at me in the face..