John could see his Divine Mistress Africa stalking him, walking around him, surveying her prize. She’d masterminded the entire thing. She kissed h...r partner and ran her hands over his naked chest, saying, “Baby, I want you to fuck him HARD, make him scream. Do it for me, baby. Use him. Ram every inch of your beautiful dick in his rectum and make him pay for being an insolent, disrespectful little bitch.” Feeling the head of that enormous cock rubbing on his asshole felt amazing. It was. When I came downstairs for breakfast imagine the feast served out for my eyes. The fact that I was a man with manly needs didn't even enter her mind. I was her sweet innocent little boy and the fact that I was staring at her didn't make her think it was anything more than absent daydreaming. I watched her as she cooked on the stove with the sun entering through the window making a silhouette and defining her firm toned body. She bent over to get things from the fridge and cupboards and even. The sound of his heart beat came louder and faster in his own ears as the drug was pumped through his blood stream. He opened his lips and let out a low groan while his chest tightened and closed his eyes while the rush of drug ran over his mind. He could feel every nerve being awakened along his stomach and chest while his body started to shudder.The first thing he noticed was that his lips had started to thin down. He flicked his tongue out to wet them and felt not the plush softness of human. His mother gave him the address and off he went.Margaret Gower opened the door. “Hello Billy, have you come to fix my cooker?”“Yes, well, I’ll take a look at it, I’ve brought some spare catches, so if one of them fits, I should be able to repair it.”Once inside, she directed him to the kitchen. It was a Parkinson Cowen cooker, just like the one his mother had. It was a simple matter of undoing two screws on the top of the door and two on the bottom. Then the inner cover could be removed to.