She too looked like she wanted more. “ Hi,” I said, my throat was dry again. What the hell do you say to someone who's tongue you want on your cli... so badly? “Are you wanting to stay for the whole lesson? Or...?” “ We could go back to mine if you like?” Tanya moved her hair out of the way so her smile could make my heart flutter. “ Yes please.” I said. My head was fuzzy, my knees were weak. I wasn't thinking straight when I continued: “I have a pen lid stuck in my pussy.” Tanya burst out. Our moms seemed positively relaxed. Our teacher,a tall but elderly woman with silvery hair and oversized glasses stood ather usual spot in front of the room. Her slightly raspy but strong voicebegan."First off, I would like to thank all the parents who have taken the timeout of their busy schedule to come today. I'm sure your boys will feel muchbetter with you around. That and those of you without partners will need abit of assistance, I'm sure," The mothers all nod a bit, the rest of usfeeling. In later years, my lust and desires only became stronger. My desires to pleasure, love and worship cock, so strong, my urges and needs to feel submissive and used overwhelming. Even if I didn’t fully know or understand it. I had a few encounters with other boys, mostly pretending to be clumsy and drunk, afraid to show my true desire to just fall to my knees and make them cum. It was at my my first job that I met a co worker named Cheryl. Older, Cheryl was nice looking but not beautiful. Thin. Many of the other couples have a similar setup as ours it all depends who wants to have the get-together at their place. It was Saturday morning; we were having a club play meet at our place that evening. It has become a sort of tradition, but not in all cases that whoever is holding the event that the submissive of the place is put up as the pet or toy. Tonight it was going to be me. I spent the earlier part of the day racing around doing the normal household chores, washing and cleaning,.