“Now go to bed,” she said, and walked to her bedroom, holding her dishelved saree in her hand.I went into my room, unsure of how to take care of m... raging hard-on. It was a warm night, so I removed my pants and got into bed wearing just my boxers and a t-shirt. I tossed and turned around unable to sleep. The lust in my heart needed to be quenched.I tiptoed into granny’s room, hoping to continue where we left off.“What happened? Couldn’t you sleep?” granny asked the moment I opened the creaky. Sometimes she moved her head away so his cock would miss her mouth and caress the side of her face. It was fun for Selma, and she could see that Jacob was deriving tremendous pleasure, but she still preferred taking his cock as deeply into her mouth as she could get it."Let me just suck it now," she told him. On the next stroke, she let it glide between her lips and took it where she wanted it, letting Jacob's cock glide between her lips until it pressed the back of her mouth and slipped down. She went right by the kneeling boy, to test to see if he would remain in place or follow without orders, and was pleased to see him remain. She gathered up the package she had bought the other day, and went to the kneeling slave boy, and ordered him to rise. Brent rose, and without being told, kept his head bowed, and his legs spread. He knew he was going to be tested, and he figured he should put on his best effort. Sarah’s mom was pleased with the boy’s potential. She opened. ..?" I tried to ask. Even speaking was uncomfortable. "Jerrod,"I pleaded, "what ... what happened?" Something seemed wrong with myvoice.Jerrod looked around the room, then back at me. "Who ... who are you?"he asked, his eyes wide."It's me," I countered weakly. I saw the look on his face at myresponse, and I felt fear. My best friend didn't know who I was. Iglanced around at the other faces, and I realized they had the sameexpression - no recognition of who I was. "It's me, Lowell," I.