Looking around the room she could see shadows that seemed to grow as the night went on. She had just about fallen asleep when her bedroom door started...to open. Jessica’s brother had come home from his first year in college. The tall young man had graduated early and went off to college on a full ride scholarship. He was a basketball player that had NBA potential. When he had come home Jessica was so excited. She loved her brother so much and they had been really close. They had even slept. Ask for some hot buns!" He laughed at his own cleverness.Around the corner was a panel truck with FRESH BAKERY in big letters on its side and back. I had my doubts about this whole thing, now. What if this was a setup? I'd really lost any vestige of horniness; this experience was already proving more effective than a cold shower.I told myself I had to go through with it. I walked up to the driver's door and tried to see inside. Blackness. I knocked lightly and heard something click. The door. "I masturbated into them, ma'am." "Indeed you did. Several times, by the look of it." "Yes ma'am." "Are you allowed to take my things without permission?" "No ma'am." "Are you allowed to masturbate without permission?" "No ma'am." "Do you have any explanation to offer?" "I couldn't help myself ma'am," I offered, knowing it was useless. "You only let me cum once a month at most, and... and you always hurt me so much when I cum, and make me eat it afterwards. I hate that.. " She sighed, tired but content, and smoothed back her short, nearly blonde hair. "I hate to say this, but... there's no rest for the weary..." Oh, no. What next?" We have to grab a little snack. Some of that weird tea we bought at the store should perk us up. Then I'll show you where to put your clothes and things, and we'll dress and meet Ronnie at the Stage Deli when she gets off work. We'd better shower -- Ronnie has radar in her nose and can smell sex a mile away."Martha sat up beside me,.