They were his words, the cultivated mask slipping to reveal what I would experience more of that summer: Mister Jennings was a kinky old bastard, and ... loved everything he suggested we do. When he said those things to me, images popped into my head that had me wriggling for his cock. I wanted him inside me; I wanted to feel him there, bare, with nothing between us. I wanted him to ride me hard and fast and explode, his semen flooding me.In reality I would have been appalled by a pregnancy. It. Nice stilettoes withfour and a half inch heels and ankle straps to make sure they don't falloff at any time. You'll be wearing your booties every night to make surethat your Achilles shorten properly as you will be wearing heels atleast that high at all times. That will make your legs look really longand sexy girly girly. You'll enjoy looking so girly, won't you Frilly?"Oh God! It gets worse and worse and yet I know that it will be evenworse still if I don't co-operate."I shall look forward to. He was full of lube and got on his hands and knees, that gorgeous ass in the air for me to have anyway I liked. This was not about being dominate to him. This was about pleasuring his ass in anyway he wanted his ass fucked, licked or fisted. I knew he loved to be stretched, I push the tip of my toy in his ass. He pushed back to take it deep. His ass was hungry for every inch and more. I fucked him deep, fast, hard, slow just to watch him react. He told me he had fantasized about being. "And what if I chose to take it away from you again?" But... you won't," he said in a small voice. "Right?"Henry paused, his gaze still even and steady. Finally, he sighed through his nose. "No, I won't," he said quietly.As Jason looked at his father's face now, he thought he saw fear flicker in them for a brief instant."Jason, it's very unlike you to disobey your mother so much. This has to stop. I can't be home to referee arguments between you and her."Now Jason could hear it in his voice..