And besides, burn scars would be unsightly and red, whilstthese looked like they came from a surgeon's scalpel.*Have I had a boob job?* I wondered. *L...ts of women have them, but theyare normally older, in their late thirties and early forties or older.They shouldn't need them at my age. I can't be older then twenty. And whydo I have the scars down below, too? Something is wrong here. Somethingdoes not add up at all.*I looked for my clothes and found that the vast majority of them werevery girly. Please help me”I sat down and poured a big glass of whiskey. Fuck. What do I do? She looks terribly sad and needs help, but my wife would kill me.... but I can’t just let her leave without anything.Ok here’s what I’ll do, I said. I went and got her a bath robe. Get undressed. Take a shower, I’ll wash your clothes, get yourself cleaned up. And I’ll have a meal ready for you in a half hour then you’ll be alright! She agreed and got up and went to the downstairs shower. A half hour later, her. "Oh" I cry out, feeling your lips once again suckling at my itty bitty clitty. I moan out after several minutes...in a whiney pleading sort of sound ?Please Master, please may I cum?? My head rose, trying to look at you, wanting to cum soo badly. "No Princess, not yet. ? Your words echo out into the night. Frustrated sighs, on the edge of cumming.?Please My Master, please can I cum?" You pause before answering, then with certainty in your voice respond. "Yes, my little slut I want you to cum. Frank secretly always wanted a son. He married Marie a few years after he lost his Denise to illness. Marie is 10 years younger and he’s crazy about her and she him. Although polite, his daughter is standoffish and distant with his second wife. He put Aaron on a better path when he paid for him to attend 4 weeks at Youth camp in the Blue Mountains. At the time Frank was scheduled to be there as a youth counselor. Afterward with his mother’s cooperation, Aaron spent every Saturday and Wednesday.