I have no way of telling time. I was taught that time doesn't matter anyway. I shouldn't care how long I have spent sucking my master's cock like a ...ock-hungry whore, only whether or not he still wants me to. So however long passes, I have no idea. Maybe hours. It gives me time to imagine every possible new owner. A wealthy man who wants a love doll to pamper? Angry lesbian who wants a party favor to please her friends? Couple looking for spice in their marriage? Whoever they are, as. She fended them off like swatting flies. I decided that the time was right so I asked Jean's dad if I could propose to her. He had a good time putting me through the third degree and finally relented and gave me his blessings. We had several get-togethers with jean's family and it was at one of them that I suggested a little scavenger hunt. Everybody except Jean was in on it so they were all scurrying around making like they were finding clues. I hid notes all over the place to lead Jean around. It lasted a few precious seconds, and then Sarah pulled away. ‘Is that good enough?’ She asked. Wyatt pretended to think. ‘I’m not sure. I might need another one.’ He decided, grinning mischievously. Sarah conceded and kissed him again. Her body was less than half an inch from Wyatt’s, her arms gripping his shoulders. Then, she pulled away again, more reluctantly this time. Wyatt nodded. ‘I’m fine now. So, dinner? I know a good Italian place.’ Sarah nodded. They turned in their bowling shoes. She seemed very happy. I asked mom to wear jeans and T so that no one would suspect us being mom and son. So we decided to go to a big lingerie store. We had searched it on the internet itself.We got inside the store. I put my hand around her waist. She resisted but I winked at her saying that we should pretend like boyfriend and girlfriend so that no one suspects. She said ok. So I pulled her a little close to me. Sales girl came to me and asked “how can I help you sir. I replied we need some.