I told you that I snapped at Jeri and just about bit her head off!”“You are NOT going to stay in here and sulk. You’re going to put on your cost...me and try to enjoy yourself, at least as much as you can.”“Everyone is going to know that Jess isn’t here! I don’t want to deal with that!”“All your close friends know, Steve. I called all of them. It was all I could do to keep Kathy and Bethany from rushing to the house, but I convinced them that you were OK. Now, are you going to prove me. With my eyes staring at his bulging cock, I placed my palms on his thighs. I gently took his manhood between my trembling fingers. His cock stood up seven inches, hard as possible, its head smoothly swollen. His small piss hole was wet with his pre cum, gleaming invitingly. I closed my fist about my son's cock, testing the hardness by squeezing. The head seemed to bulge more, and a clear bead of love dew bubbled from his piss hole. With my fist tight around his cock, I pressed down hard,. From the bag spilled off-black and jet black pantyhose. They were all the same style and brand as my previous bagful. Fortunately, the vast majority of the pantyhose were individually balled up. Which made it easier to separate them for sorting and placement into the box spring? “They are all the same as before. Dark grey and black” Nick said. “Off-black and jet black” I quipped. “Dude you are too funny! Let me help you or we will be here for a week” Nick said. Nick got down on the floor with. It was all organized and I learned this was a usual occurrence for a Sunday night during the spring and summer. In the meantime, my Master and I were free to mingle and the atmosphere in the cockfight arena, as it was called, was rather relaxed and somewhat boisterous in the way men are before a contest. Some of the owners there had stables of wrestlers, slaves whose only purpose were cockfights. Others were less dedicated in their enthusiasm and had only a few slaves who would regularly fight..