Mymother was a bit of an artist herself and would often criticize my workbefore one-upping. I would draw a cave man quality horse and she wouldshow al... the faults and draw looking horse the same amount of time.Constantly being shown how bad you are tends to kill the motivation ofmany young children. I was much the same.But the arts weren't my only interests. I loved to read. I don't everremember not reading. My parents have told me that I learned to readbefore I could talk. This mostly had to. .. for the moment at least. At last you are ready. You gasp, and lift your hand to your lips as I reach into my coat pocket and retrieve a leash and collar. The collar is black leather, about an inch wide with a large chrome buckle and Chrome swiveling ring to which I attach a 3 foot long chrome chain leash with a snap at one end and a black leather hand loop at the other. Now, we are ready for the evening. We step out into the chill air to the sidewalk in front of your building. You,. Candace. Candace’s body. Against the door. Blocking it. Erin’s knees buckled again. She slid down. Falling. Face first. Into Candace’s lap. Erin could smell perfume. Candace’s perfume. Candace always sprayed it on her pussy. It smelled sweet.A strong hand gripped Erin’s long, blonde mane and lifted her head up. Another hand moved up and down her curvaceous body, removing her beautiful diamond and gold necklace. And her glittering diamond earrings. And her expensive diamond bracelets. And her. He ended up spending most of his time in the library as a kid to hide from them.He hit puberty late, and it wasn't kind to him. Other kids seemed to get ripped overnight, but all Tommy got was acne and a massive penis. Tommy's penis was truly something to behold, when it was fully hard it was over a foot long and as thick as his wrist. His testicles were also freakishly large, like pool balls dangling between his thighs, perpetually full of sperm.Unlike most men with big penises, Tommy was.