I was about to panic until I heard the flushing toilet in theother bathroom, followed by the sink being turned on. Relief washedover me... Relax wou...d you?!!?I hadn't even noticed the TV was on an all music channel, classic softrock, the song Hotel California by The Eagles was just beginning toplay. Not exactly my taste of music, but it wasn't horrid - pretty suremy parents listened to this stuff."You look comfortable... Better?"I spun around quickly. "Ah, yes... Much better." I sounded. I told him that I was the one who had said it, and that what I had said was that he was staying with us on our couch. But he was too mad to believe me. I was heartbroken. That was when I learned that people could be such hypocrites. Shane said that he understood and that everything would be ok. That is when things started getting worse. A close friend of mine died in a car wreck. She had asked me to go with her that day, but I had other plans. I went into a major depression feeling like I. My fingers slid up and down, getting closer to his swollen head every time. I pushed in my other hand and played with his sac while my fingers finally reached his bulbous head. I outlined the mushroom shaped erogenous zone and then began to discreetly jerk his rod. I smiled as I did, ignoring my own intense satisfaction. My hand worked his shaft, up and down, up and down and his moan came through, but not loud enough. One hand retreated and slid my bikini down, exposing my wet muff. I pressed. Understand?" Yes," she said with a frown. "Master." Better, but still not good enough," he said shaking his head. "It has come to my attention that your behavior lately has been less than acceptable." Who told you?" she said hotly. "These sluts? You can't believe them!" Oh, I think I can," he grinned. It wasn't a pleasant sight and the two older women cringed slightly. "Especially since I told your mother I would punish her right alongside of you if she couldn't control you. Her coming to me.