...."And then he remembered his last moments under Ms. Dresner'scontrol.....throwing himself at Jonas and kissing him. "Oh shit.....ohshit. I'm so ...ucked now," thought Travis.He sat down on the curb for about ten minutes, his hands in his head.After a bit, he calmed down and thought about what to do next. Hecouldn't face the Party Zone just yet. That was the last thing he wantedto do right now. They probably would string him up to the tree in thefront yard if he went back there.He knew. "Well, he wouldn't know," she said quickly. "I certainly wouldn't tell him that I was naked with my own son." "No. I suppose not," I conceded. " I mean, I wouldn't want anyone to know," she said, "if we wanted to do something like that, even if just for fun." I grinned. She grinned back modestly. I laughed. "You mean, if just wanted to practice?" "Something like," she replied demurely. "It would at least be one way of seeing what type of reaction I might get." "I suppose we could give it a try.. Paul laughed, and said, "Now don't take this wrong, but I don't always look for a woman ... be honest with you men know how to take care of me better; I don't consider myself "gay" but what goes on in Private is my business."I was embarrassed and he new it, but I said, "You are right "it's your business." After a couple more drinks, I began asking him more about his "private" life. I was not a unaware of what goes on, but never experienced anything. Paul began by saying, "I'm not making love to. It hurt, so I closed my eyes and pretended that it wasn’t happening. I hadn’t let anyone touch me since I was raped and it brought back all those bad memories. But even so, my pussy got soaking wet after a few minutes of hard fingering. It wasn’t an emotional reaction, my body knew that I was about to be used like a piece of meat and was getting ready for it.“You’re a real slut,” he said as he stood up and turned m around, pushing me forward onto the table so my arse was sticking up. I heard.