Days passed by, we became good friends, these days she used to put the baby to sleep and come to my house and we would watch TV together, she used to ...ay – you live like a pig the whole house is so dirty, after making a fuss she used to clean the house, I would lean over and watch her sweeping I would get a nice cleavage show sometimes if I’m lucky.Her ass used to dangle in the air when she used to clean my bed. one fine day we were sitting together and watching TV , she was enjoying herself. As the end of the first week drew near, Brain had formed a stronger bond with his captors than his fellow slaves. He loved the way their minds worked, how they had little or no concern about the well-being of their slaves, he loved the creative and repugnant tortures they came up with. He loved them. He loved belonging to them. And his opportunity to show his utter devotion would be at the slave games which were actually Olympic style competitions for the sole purpose of abusing the slaves. So he turned over got comfortable, and watched. I slid down my pants and then my boxers, reveling my pretty large penis. I started rubbing to get it hard, and soon enough I found myself goin really fast at it! before I knew it I came all over my sleeping bag. I guess him watching me really turned me on! ‘WOW’ he whispered loudly. He had never seen another boy naked and was surprised at the size of my penis and all the cum that i shot. I let my penis air out and turned over and said, ‘Now you.’. It started coming back to me, the idiot promise to the little kids in the basement and the scene around the ambulance. I groaned and mumbled, “Oh, Christ!” again. I looked over at her. “Did I?” She grinned and nodded. “Oh, Christ! So, the girls are still there? Why?”“They were saying something about you giving them your final orders, your dying orders. Molly was very melodramatic about it all. They’re fine. Mrs. Torquist’s sister lives nearby and she took the kids and the dogs and the twins in..