”“Yes ma’am,” Jeffrey said defeated.He looked back at the game in progress once more and began to weep internally.“I don’t want you playin...�� no moe with none of them boys. You hear me,” she wagged a finger at Jeffrey.“Yes ma’am,” he answered.“Now go get cleaned up and get back out here for dinner.”That was twenty-five years ago. Jeffrey had since graduated from high school, enlisted in the Air force, gone to college, and embarked on a successful career as a management information systems. Jerry was a bit taller than Ben, and he was about eight years older but did not look his age.Jerry was a fair skinned, red head with short hair and a short, slight mustache. He was an Anglo man who was slightly slender in body shape. He was dressed very well and was clearly a cultured man by the way he talked and how he presented himself to Ben and others.Jerry asked, "Ben if he would like to come over to his house for a massage."Since Ben was on a flex afternoon and a warm massage sounded. ”“If you say so.”Bernardus brought forth a bowl of water and a bowl of oil, which he used to wash and anoint my feet. We had developed this ritual when I started going barefoot to ensure that my feet did not become cracked and rough-looking. We both found the procedure arousing and Bernardus always finished it by licking all of the oil off my feet by the time we finished, I was hard enough to do my duty for Rome, so I ordered the maidservant off of Servina.“Why don’t you fuck Bernardus,” I. Fortunately, even without protection, she didn't get pregnant and there was no health issue.And she didn't allow an encore on their next date. (True to form, that little bastard stopped calling when the sex was turned off. What did he think - just because she experimented with him, she should become his freshman whore?)When Megan finally ran into the wormy little bastard at school, she warned him that if anything got back to her, she'd make sure everyone knew she stopped fucking him because he.