I was beyond caring about certain thoughts no one would ever know just what they were. My cock was rigid and in dire need. I enjoyed watching myself b...having like a schoolboy in the toilets. I held and held then it happened. I exploded in a torrent of warm milky spunk. It spurted all over my chest. I had not behaved in such a way for several years. (Thank you, Thomas?)Sometimes a Madam would choose a boy to be her slave. The duties were varied. The slaves always wore studded dog collars with. Especially as he was on his sixth beer for the night."You're a bit young to be in here aren't you?" he asked."I only came in here because I knew you would be here." Is that a fact? And why do you want to see me?" Well it's about the other night." What about it?" His beer arrived and he took a sip before returning his attention the girl."Well you left before I could get a taste of that cock of yours." You should have said something then." He took another sip and noticed a young man sitting. I sucked on my mom's tit like it was fresh melon. My nostrils tickled from imaginary wisps of honeydew and cantaloupe. Her fingers ran through my young locks reassuringly. I forgot all our troubles, but I did worry a little about her strange regression to baby talk. It sounded so uncharacteristically submissive. It was like I was with another woman who was also my mother. My dick would have hardened to steel at her first words if it weren't for the nasty chemicals I had been fed."Ohhh, yes son.. Seconds later, the first stream of his cum hit the girl in the eye, causing her to scream again. The next hit her cheek, and the next her chin. Ahriman pumped his load across her face, and when his dick stopped pulsing, he placed his free hand on the roof of the SUV and rested his head on his arm. Nice, Father, Samil laughed as he powered into the girl. Not bad for an old man. Ahriman grinned, reached into the car, and smacked his son upside the head. Watch your tongue, boy. Just remember.