My heart was literally pounding with anticipation. I was so afraid that she would turn me away and a lifelong fantasy was about to be torn asunder. Wh...t I didn't know at that moment was that Mom, too, had had these thoughts as well. If only one of us had said or done something years earlier, we could have been lovers for so much longer! I cupped my hand behind Mom's silver/blond head. I moved my head to her, my lips ready to press against hers. I waited for some sign of refusal, but there was. Rory, stomach full, mellowed and smiled again, her world rebalanced. She left me to clean up, flopped and stretched out on the sofa, and resumed texting. An occasional laugh or giggle reached me.I took my time washing dishes. It wasn’t my favorite chore, but I liked a neat and organized kitchen. It made cooking a joy and I loved cooking.Drying my hands, I contemplated dessert. Cool ice cream would go down well. With a bowl of vanilla drizzled with chocolate sauce, I meandered over to the. She looked into a very fancy little café. There was Sam sitting in a business meeting. They locked eyes. Lucy couldn’t look away for what seemed like years. A man talking to Sam cleared his throat to get Sam’s attention. Sam looked away and Lucy used that moment to walk away blushing. Sam looked back up and the gorgeous women who had been there was gone but the bulge in his trousers was still very much there. He excused himself and left the café. Outside he saw her walking away. The sway of. The Duct tape held my erection pointing down, but didn’t make it invisible. As I sat down, the tape let loose and I tented the thin pink pants upward.“You, boys, lucky here,” what’s up fag boy? Out for a little stroll?” asked one boy of about fifteen, wearing a boy-beater and board shorts. He had the required long tribal tats on both of his skinny arm, and a patch of red hair on his chin.“Yes, Sir,” I replied, obeying the command that anyone who spoke to me was a Master.You would think I had.