”“Lily, you don’t know that.”“I do know that.” We were both quiet. She looked down at the floor. “I’d never tell anyone, I’d take it...to my grave... If anything even happens”We drove a while just listening to the road. I pulled into the drive and looked down at her.“Yes.”She looked up at me, “Really?”“Yes.”She jumped out and ran into the house with a big smile. What have I done. I walked into the house and got a cup of coffee going. I leaned on the counter and sipped it. I watched the cars go by. Then she grabs the head of my dick with the other hand and holds it tightly. Only the shaft is exposed; she leans over and locks her lips midway down my shaft, where it’s most sensitive, where the channel that carries my cum most likes to be rubbed. Keeping her lips locked on my shaft, she starts sucking, as though to give my dick a hickey. It feels like nothing I’ve ever experienced. Never breaking her lock on my shaft, she continues sucking for all she’s worth, pulling the sensitive skin into. The wheelchair had magically reappeared over the long weekend. There were a few modifications. The formerly drab blue chair was now a deep, automotive grade, glossy shade of midnight blue; metal flake midnight blue. Inset in the magnificent paint job were intricate hand-painted orange and yellow flames streaking back to the rear of the chair. The seat and seat back had been reupholstered in a lighter blue imitation leather fabric. The spoke wheels had been polished to the point that Tony. His humiliation was total.'Open your legs as wide as you can Richard, there's a good boy.' Diane voice was soothing but insistent. Richard parted his legs as wide as he could. 'Bend your knee's, that's it she said gently as she took hold of one knee and bent it up and out. Richard had never felt so humiliated. His body trembled and his lips quivered in distress. Diane stood up looking down on the naked boy, his body spread before her.'Come here Wendy' Said Diane looking to her maid. She came.