With Stella still grasping at my scrotum through my work pants, she ordered me to “strip naked sonny boy”! I turned around and looked Stella in t...e eye as I began to unbutton my shirt… Stella was a full 12 inches shorter than my six feet, but easily maintained dominance, control, and command. She hurried me up in getting naked. When I was just dropping my underpants, the last piece of clothing on my body, Stella ordered Mother to get off of her son Teddy and roll over onto her back with her. ” She sounded distracted, tense and distracted. He went back to licking and sucking the tip of her melon, while his finger kept distracting her. Her belly tensed under his hand. He looked down while sucking to see that tense belly.When she went over, he watched the belly quiver.When she dropped back in utter relaxation, he moved quickly. He got the rubber, brought it to his left hand -- immobile since he was resting on that elbow -- and opened it. Then he rolled it onto his dick. He got between. I want the contract if you're offering. I would need to have an attorney look it over, though, before I sign it.''Fine. I wouldn't have expected anything else.' The Plant Manager leaned toward Kyle and handed him a contract, then continued. 'Here's the standard contract. Review it and get back to us by next week, please, Kyle.'As Kyle drove home his head was spinning. Damn, he could make as much on the scrap and pallets as he made now working on the floor. Shit, 50 pallets a week at ten dollars. Dad said “You look like shit, what happened.”I shrugged, it hurt to shrug. “We ran into Rebecca Schmidt and her new boyfriend at the fair.”Dad gestured for me to shut up. He turned to Grainger, “You, Grainger, come here.”Grainger stopped in front of Dad. “Grainger, tell me what happened.” Grainger looked at his brother, but Dad used his hands to turn Grainger’s head back to him. Dad said, “Look at me.” Grainger, pale faced, stared at Dad like a rabbit stared at oncoming headlights. Dad let go.