I followed them to the bathroom this time, curious as to what all they had done up there while not yet ready to peek for myself, especially while Joey...was still awake.Jeff turned on the shower, then directed the happily dazed Kent into the path of the water when it was ready, grinning as Kent sputtered from the water forcing Kent's mind back to life."You did really good, Kent," Jeff praised him as he handed Kent a bar of soap and a cloth. "I think she liked you a lot." Really?" he asked. Why had they specified that I had to get a wine from the bottom shelf? Once again, as I bent over I felt the young guy's hand on my butt. I was furious, but at the same time petrified.I didn't dare speak to him, every word I said while I was in here risked giving me away. I was also positively mortified by the vague feeling that his crude gesture was in some way justified by my apparent flirting with him by flashing glimpses of My unmentionables. Fortunately the floor worker came over to. The house itself was dirty, though obviously there hadn't been any dog in there for awhile. Jerry cringed looking through the kitchen window at the back yard; it was so mucky, he couldn't make much out. Then, a mud-and-dung-encrusted ghost of a wolfdog raised her head from the muddy yard, and looked at him with her blue eyes.Something within that barely-living creature reached into Jerry's own eyes and froze his heart ... he'd seen worse; several times had he arrived at a scene and found dogs. " Peter felt it twitch in his lefthand as he gripped it, giving it several good squeezes. "Ohhh yeah.That feels good, sissy. Now really stroke it for me."Peter began moving his hand back and forth on the stranger's cock,pulling on it. As his hand slipped over the head a huge drop of pre-cumoozed out onto his palm, lubricating it and making the cock slide moreeasily in his grasp."Oooooh yeah. Stroke me, sissy, c'mon. Jerk it for me. Mmmmmmmmmm."Peter's mind was swimming in a sea of emotions but.