Moving his hand down, he reached my butt. After soaking my cheeks, he pushed the bar of soap between my legs. Moving my feet apart, he pressed his fin...ers against my scrotum and rubbed softly. As my dick stiffened he washed my ball sack. Turning me, he moved his soapy hand over my dick. All his attention had me breathing hard quickly. He stroked me for a couple of minutes. I felt his other hand on my butt. As he pushed his fingers between my cheeks, I widened my legs. I gasped as I felt a soap. ."I know you are in pain, I can see it. Do we need to stop?" No Sir, if I may have a moment to catch my breath ...Sir pulls my head back and lays a gentle kiss on my lips and continues in his low tone "you have come so far this year that I am proud of you. I've always known you would make me a good slave, I just wish that you had lost the values." Yes Sir I am crying. I never want to hurt you again. I want to serve you properly, I want to be yours forever. I want you to be proud of. "That's perfect! Now don't move." Meagan would have been quite dismayed to know that the tapping of the paintbrush was a pre-arranged signal between Peter and his mother that it was safe to steal a peak at the naked Meagan.Peter did just that, and his mouth opened soundlessly. He involuntarily took a step toward Meagan, and reached his arms out to her. Then he froze in his tracks. He stared for about fifteen seconds before turning away and heading out of the studio. Debbie was so happy, all his. She had just thrown up an airball when one of the members of the girls’ basketball team arrived early for practice.“Nice form, cheerleader,” sneered the girl. Ana glanced over at her; she was small but athletic-looking, with her long black hair tied back in a ponytail, wearing a number 23 jersey. Ana had seen her around but never really paid attention to her before.Ana retrieved the ball and took a few dribbles. “You talking to me?”The girl smiled, recognizing the reference. “There’s no one.