When my Grandfather died and I quit school she told me she did not want the farm life. She left me because I honored my Grandfathers wishes.” I tak... the picture and toss it in the trash can. Vanessa is still looking at me with a very concerned look on her face and says “Are you okay? I mean are you over her and are you okay with her being gone?” I answer quickly, “Yes, I am over her completely. It took a few years but the hurt went away and life got back to normal. I am fine now.” Vanessa. Toobad it didn't. Anyway, this is the first time I have ever told anyone thissecret that I am about to tell so here goes... I don't remember when itstarted or how, but what I do remember is that at some point when I watchedDon's house I would end up in his bathroom jerking off thinking about Don.One time it occurred to me that the dirty clothes hamper was against theopposite wall, and so I opened it and found a pair of Don's dirty underwearsomewhere in the middle of the pile. He wore the JC. Shutting the door behind us, she took my coat from me and hung it on the coat rack by the door, brushing her small but firm body against my side. Turning around after hanging the coat, she leaned against the wall and I moved in to kiss her again. Our mouths acted virtually on their own accord and our kissing became more feverant. I slowly started kissing her neck and exposed shoulder, reaching my hands around her back to undo her dress. Letting the clasp fall, I gently pulled the dress over her. "Thank you mistress, I deserve this." "That's right, cock, you deserve this. I will not be so lenient next time." I loved the sound of her voice. It is commanding, but also so erotic. The slaver then reached between my legs and held my ball sack in her hand. It had the right feel. Firm, but did not cause any pain or discomfort. I never felt anything this pleasant. The slaver removes her hand and orders us to stand up. She goes to the first boy. The slaver stands very close to him. She asks him.