Kumar uncle then told me that after his wife died his sexual preferences had changed. He found young boys like me sexy and exciting as he was saying t...is he kept his hand on my thighs. I could feel my penis becoming hard encouraged by this he started sliding his hand inside my jeans searching for my cock. My undies had got wet and my penis was protruding in it and his fingers greedily grabbed my cock and started caressing them. I was becoming excited and I too started feeling for his cock in. All of them were holding their ears, begging for the crowd-entity to cease its relentless assault. John couldn't help but grin as he witnessed this; their own devices were being used to fight them.He slowly walked to a podium in front of the crowd, which had been tactically placed directly behind a primary field emitter. The director of the Federal Offensive Materials Bureau had earlier used it to try to placate the crowd, to no avail. Now, John would use that same podium for precisely the. I slapped her butt again, this time a little softer."Whose your daddy?" I said again."Oh yeah, I am getting so wet. Do it again." she instructed me.I nestled my cock between her crack and gave her ass another soft slap."Whose your daddy?" I said again."You." she whispered quietly.Did she just say what I thought she did? I honestly wasn't sure, but my cock was ready to explode. My hand gave her ass another slap, this time incredibly hard."Whose your daddy? I asked in a firm authoritative. This could be the moment, and she focused on relaxing every muscle in her body, her respiration, and even her mind.She waited for the door knob to turn. Nothing happened. But, when she heard the tinkle of the small bell which she bought that afternoon and tied to the key, there was no doubt that someone was sneaking into the room. She sensed the weight of the look of someone standing next to her bed. A large, rough, calloused hand touched her left arm, slid down, and securely grabbed her wrist..