”“Don’t know why you waste time with that old kook,” Peter grumbled, folding his paper. “Plenty of jobs out there that are far more respecta...le than babysitting old folks.”Suzy frowned at her husband. “Oh hush, I think it’s nice that Ben’s helping out that poor old man. Plus he’s always good about paying Ben for his time.”“He’s probably a perv, Mom,” Lucy snickered. “Probably gets a kick out of seeing Loser getting all sweaty doing odd jobs for him.”Ben just rolled his eyes. Mr Daniels had been. "In part because I have sinned, but also because you remind me so much of your father," Mom explained. "Does that bother you - if I say that?" The way you touched me," Mom continued after I assured her I considered it a compliment. "It was just like he used to, and then when I saw your manhood - he was large just like you - and his curved a little to the right as well. Except for you being snipped - we were told that was what was done in this country - you're just so much like him you could be. I didn't even like to see guys in the porn I watched. Then I met a chick with a bit of a kinky side. Thanks to the internet I've seen plenty of fucked up things, (who here hasn't?) so I wasn't surprised by some of the requests she made and I did my best to accommodate. Mostly light bdsm, she wanted to be dominated, roughed up, treated like a slut, made to serve. But I was never really comfortable with that, it felt wrong being in control of another person. However, she would occasionally get. The illusion wasn’t perfect, but I think it was OK. I motioned Johnny to the floor, right next to the bed, close to me. I got my phone and started playing with it while idly rubbing his head. I scratched behind his ears and remarked again, just so he didn’t forget, how much fun this was.A half an hour or so passed and I put down my phone. Johnny had his chin on the edge of the bed and I was stroking his head. I stopped and picked up the device and examined it closely, making sure Johnny.