“Do you have a small cock? Have you ever eaten shit? How many times have you been fucked in the ass? Do you get off on being dressed like a sissy?...�� All those questions and more rolled off her tongue as easily as if she was casually asking about the weather. To make matters worse, she didn’t allow any stalling or beating around the bush when it came to answering the questions. She demanded direct, explicit answers with exacting details and made it clear that her time was precious and she. She started wearing even skimpier clothes and I started paying closer attention. She would smile at me more and actually converse with me like I was a human. BONUS.I was getting more muscle and doing more athletics and it showed. I guess she started noticing, too.When she would “flash” me before, I don’t think like she realized, but that seemed to change one summer. We started doing stuff as a family, camping, boating and the occasional picnic at the local park and I was asked to go. This. As it was, they held me in place, touching, stroking, thrusting, never stopping, and of course I came for them massively, arching my back before collapsing back into the cushions. Oh God, a climax already and they still had not taken a single article of clothing off.While I was recovering, the two men had been putting cushions and pillows on the floor, ready for when they wanted me. Once all was set as they liked it, I was helped to lie down on my back, pillow under the small of the back to. He was in a saree and had tons of makeup on. After a couple of minutes, he finally came out wearing normal boy clothes and seemingly out of breath.His father embraced him when he saw him and inquired about his progress. Shawn put in a good word for Jake. His father thanked him, patting him on the back.“Good job, Jakey. The purpose of education is to educate others.”Jake nodded in agreement.“Working hard is good, son,” he told Shawn. “But I fear that you’re overdoing it. Why don’t we all go for.