He started to get hard, but we'd been told 'no fooling around' while in the shower. Pity, because getting clean was turning into a lot of fun.Grandpa ...howed us where the tables and chairs were. For the next hour we were setting them up, setting up cookers, and so on. That didn't mean we didn't sneak a few casual kisses, fondles, and so on into the work, but we held it to a minimum. I kept watching this one particular guy, and how the muscles in his back and butt moved as he lifted and set up. There were more than enough boxes for me and then some. But he explained, anything I didn't use, I'd get credit for. He had thrown in an extra hanging clothes carton and best of all he'd added two very important things I hadn't thought of. Packing tape with a dispenser and best of all, a hand truck.The tape was an essential and I was sure the hand truck would prove invaluable. My apartment was on the second floor and carrying individual cartons down to the van would have been a real task. The. Still reeling from the embarrassment, I found that the two girls were still draped across each other and some skin revealed by the innocent slip of a shirt was enough to return my now slightly flaccid penis to full attention. Why the teacher failed to notice the loud squeals of these two for almost 30 minutes, is as much of a mystery to me as you, but this did not bother me, as I slipped by hand back under the table, now intent at finishing what I started. Pleasuring yourself through thick. Looking up at him, "Yes" I began "I love black cock and cunt" I added as he continued to slap my face. "What the fuck are you going to do about it?" I replied firmly in between slaps. I could tell Joe was really upset and knew it when he forced me back up and led me down to the basement, still by my hair. Once down there he led me to the center of the room, let go of me and went over and moved a chair over next to me. He had me sit down facing the back of the chair and I knew what was coming..