”“Of course,” she replies, standing up and beginning to unbutton her blouse.As I watch this girl begin to undress, I realise I don’t even know...her name. The thought of her revealing herself to me begins to excite me. I couldn’t have explained why it excited me. I’d never really been attracted to women, beyond an appreciation of a good-looking girl’s beauty and yet I had found this girl attractive from the moment she entered my shop. Now, I sit transfixed, pencil in hand, staring at her as she. I pictured her at my university, flat on her back on a dirty mattress on the floor of the dorm, the sperm of a dozen guys dribbling out from between her thighs as yet another guy took his place on top of her. I pictured her at home, her belly swollen with my baby growing inside it. But at the final moment, I just blanked out and looked at her face, her u*********s, unknowing, mom face, and I roared as my back arched and shivers and tingles rippled up and down my spine. What a feeling, to. “Kyle, I want you to toss your mother’s food in the toilet at every meal at home from now until I tell you otherwise. You can eat from a bowl at her feet in the bathroom. I don’t want you in the kitchen eating at all,” Mike said.“Thank you, Master, I understand,” Kyle said.“Should I do that as well, Sir?” Charity was flitting around the table, filling glasses, and trying to be helpful. Her big tits bounced across my face and brushed my elbow once.“No, not unless it is a requirement,” Dad asked. It was almost unbearable watching them without joining in. So hot, man." I was stunned for a moment by this sexy story from somebody I barely knew. "Like having a live porn show," he added, glancing over at me. "So...did you join in?" I asked, finally. "Not that night," he grinned mischievously. Without even realizing it, I'd been rubbing my bulge through my sweats while listening to his story and watching the sex on the screen. I saw him watching my hand and realized what I was doing.