We were beyond words. The celestial plane that we traveled to didn’t require words, only raw emotions, and feelings. Our deep soul kisses held us th...re on that plateau, our minds and bodies were as one. Nothing would ever bring us down—“Hey, you guys!” called Morgana, tapping on the door. “It’s getting cold, can I get a jacket?”—except that. Reality bites.“Yeah,” I said back to him. I guess he waited until the van stopped rocking before he came a-knockin'. I started to move away from Jennifer. Have you seen anything more of Gerry and Mike?”“It’s not good. The fembots have obviously been experimenting with humiliation and punishment techniques. It’s like they’re going through a repertoire of activities based on what they’ve picked up with data acquisition from the ‘Net. They’ve kept Gerry in a cage for some of the time and poor old Mike has been stood up in a pillory. They’ve both been fitted with some sort of lockable tube over their cocks. The fembots seem very keen on those.. It’s not as if I didn’t find ways to go in hiding and jerk off. I tried, but there was always a fear of mom or dad catching me in the act.After a few months of perseverance, the New Year arrived with opportunities. My mom and dad decided to visit my grandparents, as a few travelling restrictions were lifted. The moment they left the house, my dick gave me a strong indication that I had been neglecting it for a long time.I removed my trousers and sat in a cool and quiet corner of the house.. "When she said "Yes," Stan said, "Oh my God. I can't believe this."Turning first to Bob and then to Mandy he asked, "Your mom's name is Elaine, right?" Yes."Shaking his head from side to side, looking rather pale, Stan said, "Oh My God!" again."And she threw you out of the house?" Yes. She pushed me out the door and locked it behind me."I didn't even have a jacket or anything."Stan just put his elbows on the table, supporting his head in his hands, shaking his head back and forth. "I can't.