”“Andy Fredricks?”“Baldy.”“Mark Wilson?”“Um…actually yeah. He’s pretty cute. If a little geeky.”“Geeky boys are the best. They...��re more grateful for the experience so they try harder. So make your wish.”“Alexis, I wish to have sex with Mark Wilson.”Instantly, Sophie heard a knock at the front door. She looked at Alexis, who gestured for het to go and answer it. Sophie went downstairs and opened the door, where she saw Mark, with a look of lust on his face.“Sophie, please…” He begged. “I don’t. Just couldn't help it.”And that was the honest truth. It seemed that just about anything would cause me an erection at that age. I could sitting at the dining room table listening to my mother bitching about life in general and, for no reason I'd start getting hard. It seemed to have very little to do with my circumstances, but there it was. Maybe I WAS a pervert, I would think. I was pretty good at hiding them in most cases, but unless I grabbed myself in front of my aunt, this one could not. I told him I was doing it for my benefit, not his. I told him not to use the safe word, or I'd leave. I was surprised exactly how much that turned him on. I made him tell me what he wanted me to do to him, he hates that, he just wants to be done to, without any input.I didn't even tie him up; he does love being tied up. I even abused his balls (with the whip), he's always been deathly afraid of me doing that. He still was, but he let me do it. However much I tried to make it unpleasant for him,. Crumbled bills and slick metal met his fingertips, and he knew there was not enough. Of all the changes in the past months, the greatest was his discovery happiness could be found, could even be purchased. The thought cheered him, but the joy was fleeting. Yes, happiness could be purchased. But the cost. The cost was always a factor. The doubt chewed at his confidence, and his new tic surfaced, his tongue darting across his lips. He touched each small, rough crescent briefly, reminders of his.