We were wakened by the jangling sound of her bedside telephone. I started to answer it but caught myself. It wouldn’t do for me to answer her bedr...om telephone. Andrea picked it up. ‘Oh, hi, Mom,’ she said cheerily. ‘No, he’s still in bed. We both went to bed pretty soon after he got here. Tired, you know.’ She said that with a devilish grin as she reached over and gave my dick a little squeeze. ‘Yeah, I’ll wake him up, feed him some breakfast and then we’ll come over. See you later,’. My eyes were open but everything was so bright and I couldn’t work out what I was looking at. And there was this rushing sound in my ears, I could hear other things, like when you were getting dressed, but they seemed far away. And there was this steady, regular thumping noise, too, I remember trying to think what on earth it could be.’ ‘You were conscious, then?’ ‘Oh, yes. All the time, I think. I remember you kissed me when you left. I wanted to talk to you, get you to stay, but I couldn’t. I didn't answer. But I didn't get up and run out of his place. He knew he had me. I felt his hand slip under my belt and the tips of his fingers brush into my pubic hair. But my jeans were tight and he couldn't get further. I sucked in my stomach just slightly. Just enough to let him know I was OK with what he was doing without saying it out loud. I still wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was OK with what was happening, let alone to someone else.He read the cue and I felt him unbuckle my. Before you decide here is the work contract.?Sliding it over I read through it. Almost amazed at the verbiage that is going through my eyes. It was a blur, not being able to focus on the specifics. Terms like, degraded, humiliated, fucked, forced, exhibited, anal penetration, punishment, crying, no safe word, disgusting, demeaning, used, abused, multiple, pain, I knew what all these meant.?It boils down to this boy,? he said, ?you will do what I say, when I say, how I say or there are.