“I want you to go downstairs in your underwear and ask mom if she has any chores you can do, Teddy,” I told him.“What? No way!” he said.I slap...ed his cute little cherubic face and told him not to back talk me. When I was in my Mistress mood, I felt like an Empress, and my mandate was obedience. “I will arrange a double date with Sheila this Saturday. You can come with us to the movies,” I smiled.I don’t really date anyone. The boys I actually like think I am too high maintenance and stuck. The man looked over his shoulder at me and starred at my cock then slowly turned around to reveal a surprisingly large penis. Although he was probably only about 5’5” tall his cock was a good 8” long and very hard. I turned to him to show my slightly smaller erection. He slowly moved his hand onto my cock and began to massage it gently pulling my foreskin back and forth over the head. He was cut so I used some soap to rub my hand over the head of his cock; slowly at first but gradually. ‘Not your fault,’ he said. ‘I’m the one forgot he was going to the coast.’ It didn’t take long for the coffee to perk. Carla poured two cups and looked at Bert. ‘Cream and sugar?’ she asked. ‘Black,’ he replied. ‘Want a donut or something to go with it?’ Carla asked. ‘Sure,’ Bert replied. Carla got some donuts out of her bread saver and the two of them sat at the table, drinking coffee and munching. They both were aware of a tension between them neither of them had felt before and didn’t. I couldn't definitely say how many pins I'd accounted for because some I'd started pushing were undoubtedly also knocked from below, but I thought I'd knocked over at least two pins that wouldn't have fallen without my effort.I waited until the lane to the other side of me bowled, and he also got a strike because of me.All this was happening while I was standing staring down the lane, as if deep in thought about my next delivery, which I guess was true, but not in the way an observer would.