Black soon lost interest. His hobby was breaking the boy, enjoying the innocent kid?s forced descent into sexual perversion. He loved the look in a bo...?s eyes when he was ordered to commit some sinful sexual act. Where the school differed from some of Mr. Black's other activities was in its method. At the Asian School, he worked on a boy slowly, without the obvious threats and fear. Here at the school, the pace of a boy's total breakdown was carefully handled and controlled. So well controlled. Believe me, I tried to get Jon to trim the lawn just a little, but he insisted on the ‘earthy’ look. It was earthy all right. He had hair enough to style in no less than three different fashions...at once, I might add: a braid on the left, curls in the middle, and dreadlocks on the right. Rapunzel has nothing on Jon. So, during my drive home, I planned a few moves.*** “Bae, would you pour me a little Moscato? I’ll be right back, okay?” I darted for the bathroom off the master bedroom. Took me. We rode in silence the last few miles, and I thought that she had fallen asleep on me. Finally, though, as I went down my driveway, Anna sat up and let out a loud sigh. She was almost leaning on me as we walked to the house, and I led her into my living room. I pulled out the Rum as she sat down in my reclining love seat, and I poured us both a couple of fingers of Appleton Estate as she turned on my TV and started channel surfing. I sat next to her and handed her a glass of the amber liquid,. When we were done eating and the table cleared, Val excused herself and went to her room. Karen went straight to our room; I stopped in the bathroom then followed her a few minutes later.Once our door was closed, we kissed and tore off our clothing. I kissed and licked her nipples, when stiff they stood out half an inch like big black erasers, she caressed my balls and tugged on my shaft.We readied the strap-on and she slipped the fat little vibrator into her cunt. She got the straps adjusted.