I always respected him for that. I always wondered what he was interested in. I never found anything disturbed. I've never looked through his bedroom....Honest. I haven't.Randy helped me bring my stuff in and store everything else in the garage to take back at the end of the summer. He was slow in and out of my bedroom. He was looking around without moving his head that much. I smiled but didn't let him see me. I was mostly finished unpacking and getting back to normal. I had a wash in and needed. ''his hand took my ass cheeck firmly walking toward his room, telling me to stop and be a good boi and stop i felt small and weak, walked in girly pink panty to his room, getting told what to clean and get his cloth clean he sit at his computer and played video games , and i did what he ask feeling rip from control and needed to complyi came back in his room after starting the laudry''your such a good boy, put the camisole on, its on the bed''he help me, telling me i did a great job, like all. I was hard in an instant, drooling on myself. I was embarrassed because I was at someone elses house and I didnt want them to walk in. I started caressing myself with out thinking, I reached into my pants and started stroking it. Looking at real boobs it only took a minute. I was feeling guilty and ashamed more then ever but a light bulb went off in my head. I realized two things at that moment. One, that it felt good and no one needed to know as long as I could hide it. Two, that jerking it. The ad on the site was quick and to the point. The ad read “If you have a crashed or troubled computer or laptop let me have a look spend the money for another.” This ad also said “that individual would work with your schedule to resolve all of your computer needs.” So at the middle of the week on Wednesday I called the repair man up, where he and I began discussing his web page ad and what might be wrong with my computer. I also explained to him that my wife and I both worked during the day,.