My pussy was leaking cum all down my legs, and my face and tits were covered in hot sticky cum. They allowed me to sit in the car and recover as they ...oaded the groceries into the boot of the car.On the journey home, they allowed me to concentrate on my driving and didn't touch my body or play with me once. I was allowed to go into the house while they unloaded the car. I walked back out and said I needed to go to my house to get fresh clothes that fit me and would bring all the food out the. I would go tommorrow, with Tyrone to the mall. We would walk into Victoria's Secret together, me on his arm and inform the girls that I needed my measurements taken and that Tyrone wants to approve every single piece of lingerie that I would be purchasing. There would be no room for doubt in the girls minds that I was a cringing, whimpering pussywhore faggot bottom for the towering ebony god next to me. My humilation would be immense and somehow, it made me harder thinking about it. Just the. Once I had a list of likely candidates, I had to design a bundle of my own consciousness that I could leave behind in theirs that when triggered by the anticipated thoughts or actions would provide the appropriate mental connection.I was calling them inspiration bombs, and they were pretty much at the very edge of my understanding of the human mind. I'd been involved in multiple deep conversations with both my Teacher in the Garden and Eru. In the end it was Eru's many years as a practicing. Zeke fucked the boy in every position possible. He fucked his boy-pussy and he fucked his mouth. He constantly played with the boy's little prick, making him cum over and over. Just when Patti thought it would let up, Zeke would be back on top of him; kissing and biting and fucking and making his little stick spit its juice out. By the end of the third day, Patti was an incoherent, quivering mass of flesh, clinging to his Daddy for dear life.They fell into a comfortable pattern after that..