But then, I just moved my focus somewhere else, as she was my mom.Once I finished peeing, she again pulled back my dick and adjusted my dress.Then I w...nt back and was watching tv again along with mom. While watching tv, I slept for an hour or two.When I woke up, it was 8 pm already. I had slept for a long time. I stood up and saw my mehandi was good to be cleaned. I went to the restroom, cleaned mehandi from my hands, and started to pee.Now I was remembering the scene which happened earlier. But tomorrow’s exam was going to make-or-break my grade point average. So, I was in no mood to suffer my horny friend. I banged loudly on the door. The moaning stopped. Chuck’s pissed off voice said, “I’m in here!!” I said just as pissed off, “I’ve got an exam tomorrow. So, take your ass over to Sigma Chi or I’ll get the RA!!” That was the nuclear option. He knew I meant business.A couple of minutes passed, and Chuck appeared in the door, disheveled. I stepped back to let him go by. He gave me. He said something about labouring in Spain but he could have been gun running in Uzbekistan for all I knew.I got back to my everyday friends and started thinking about putting some money aside for starting University rather than just drinking, smoking and snorting it all. The hangover lasted a day; the emotional boot print took a little longer to be washed away by the rain.Blokes are all soft and vulnerable inside, you know.This time it was many months before I saw D again and when I did we. Instead, we had to make up living scenarios to keep things going.She was very adventurous, telling me how she would physically exhaust me, rubbing her pussy over my lips, cumming on my face and peeing in my mouth. She knew that I wanted to be her sex slave. Sending me her soiled panties was just a start.“Have you been a good boy?” she asked.“Yes,” I whispered.There was silence at the end of the line. I didn’t know if she was still there.“Hello?” I asked, “Are you still there?”“Yes, still I’m.