“Good, baby, you’re doing fucking fine,” Casey smiled. He dipped his finger in his revolting seed again; getting more this time. Amy thought sh...’d throw up right there. He put the shit into her mouth. She gagged and nearly vomited. “Just a little more, baby,” he smiled. “Please!” He scooped up more with three fingers and made her take it in the mouth; keeping his fingers inside for a long time. “Suck the cum off my fingers, Amy,” he laughed, “come on, bitch, what’s your fucking problem.. Doctor Skinner, no relation to the behavioral psychologist, told mom that she would clear me to go home, but to keep an eye on me. Not long after that, I was dressed in some sweats my mom brought for me and being wheeled out to mom’s car. Dad had been there but couldn’t stay due to work. I understood and knew I would see him and hear about his worries about my injury and fall when he got home. Hopefully, I would be able to assure him that I was fine and there was nothing to trouble himself. I couldn't see any tape on her door, but I had a feeling she was still in the house. I pulled the sheets back and turned my legs off the side of the bed, and saw a post-it note stuck to my left leg, it read...“Notice anything missing besides me?”I scanned her room and looked around for anything that might be gone, but I couldn't figure out what it was. I went to my room and did a once over in there, but I still couldn't put my finger on it. I started to go to mom and dad's room since they were. When she told me, she was stroking my cock and it was one of these “take it,or leave it” situations. I remember stuttering asking her to tell me about it, as my dick became rock hard. She told me then that she was having sex with a gym teacher, 10 years younger, and when she told me that the guy was black, I came in her hand. I did calm down a bit and then she finished her story about Tony. She also told me that it had been going on for some 3 months and that she wanted to be honest about the.