” “It tends to do that when it’s played with Skippy.” Then without another word he reached up and started groping my right tit. At the same ti...e he started finger fucking me. I ain’t talking about slipping his middle finger in either. He started out with a three finger fuck clean up to his knuckles. Good thing he had small hands. About the time he got a fourth finger in I began thinking I’m gonna have to fuck this kid. I could have stopped him at any time I guess but to be honest the thought. I expected Beth to throw something at me and call the cops.She didn’t.She looked at me and said, “Two orgasms in one day. Aren’t you the lucky man.”“I’m really sorry,” I moaned, begging for mercy. “I didn’t expect it. It just kind of happened.”“You’re a man,” she said. “I’d have been surprised if anything else happened. You don’t know how relieved I was when I found out you weren’t gay.”“Gay?”“You never go out on dates, Bob. What were we supposed to think?”“I didn’t know you thought about it at. I’m now in my late twenties and now know he was trying to help me. It just wasn’t what I wanted to hear at the time. I guess they call that growing up. In high school, I played sports and he was always there for me. Mom and Dad were at most of my games. I had three older brothers and an older sister. I mean much older. I came along fourteen years after my sister (who was the youngest sibling until my arrival) was born. I guess I was somewhat spoiled but I did listen to my parents most of the. I stood before the full length mirror in the bedroom we share. Black lace bodysuit, crotchless of course, knee-high leather boots with four inch heels, and my platinum collar, which was reserved for special occasions. My hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and my eye makeup was overstated, to emphasize my brown eyes. The boots were tight and restrictive, and contrasted nicely with the naked feeling of the bodysuit. I was ready to greet Master’s guests.I had not belonged to Master for very.