" He growls."Fuck off. I need a cigarette."He's silent for another mile or so. "Alex. Sit still." It's kinda a command form for him - my name followed...by a direct order. Whatever appeal it ever had is wearing off. Being ordered around all the time is beginning ta piss me off.Peter stops at the intersection and clotheslines me across the chest. Fast enough to catch me off guard; hard enough to actually hurt a bit. Instantly, my nerves are on fire and I can't breath right."I said sit still,. I heard her intake the quick sharp breath and I followed her line of sight asshe stared wide-eyed at my crotch. All the talk about whores had caused my cock to stiffeneven more and it started to lift from my groin. Mother regained her composure to speakagain."Stay away from women who use foul language. Brock, that thing is growing, make it stop." Guys have no control over that, right? I can't make it stop." Well, put it away then. We've talked about this enough already." I could better avoid. " His name in Barrington. Do you remember the man who tied us up several months ago?" Yes, Mistress." They look very much alike, don't they?" Yes, Mistress. At first I thought that it WAS him. But then I realized that it wasn't. I was still frightened though." You remember that I told you that the man who came here was Peter Hotaling? And that I work with Peter at McCarthy Publishing?" Yes, Mistress." Peter looks like the man who harmed you, but he would never harm you, or myself. He's a good. I shivered a little as it ran between my cheeks, over my asshole and around her fingers. I was getting so wet, I didn't think I could take much more, but she managed to squeeze a third finger into my oiled ass. My tight hole was really stretched around her fingers, she'd spread them each time they spread outward, opening me up even more. That's when I couldn't hold it and hot juices poured down my legs as I came so hard, my legs trembled. I was barely able to hold my balance, but two pairs of.