Even after the 30 days, she would tell me to pull my cock out at crazy-ass weird times (generally semi-private) and get it hard for her, then we would...go shopping or something. Or she would just send me in for something “chocolate” because she could, and giggle at the bulge in my pants as she watched me walk in and out of the store.One evening of great fun was when she put a collar around my balls and we went out. We walked through the mall and she tapped my balls on occasion to keep my cock. She wondered what lessons she would be tested on.Stephanie's 'lesson' was considerably different than Michelle's. Though it held commands she was expected to learn, most of it dealt what was expected of her and what she would receive in return. Stephanie found many things troubling about this session. The fact that the strangers were still using Jeff to record these lessons disturbed her and made her wonder what they were doing to him to make him do this. The second most distressing thing was. And there it was, sweet Heaven! Before my eyes was a majestic monster of a cock. Not the biggest I’d seen, or had, which had been too big anyway, as it turned out, but bigger than I needed, and on seeing it I bubbled more juice onto my tongue.My Dad was standing there over me, his pajama top open, his pajama pants pushed down below his heavy, hairy balls, hanging low, and his cock jutted out over my ass almost against my forehead. From my perspective, he looked like a stricken warrior, muscles. Almost like a young man calling to his lover to come out for a midnight rendezvous. She smiled to herself laughing inwardly at her romantic foolishness. "it was time for his evening bath" that was her rendezvous.She slowly rose from the creaking furniture and slid her feet into her comfortable rubber slippers. Her footfalls echoed in the dark corridor as she carried the pail to her room, her favorite pink towel on her left shoulder. She got to the room and almost dropped the pail.He was sitting.