My reverie was interrupted by the phone ringing again. I stood up with an exaggerated sigh. It was the same panting shit. I slightly muffled the mouth...iece with my hand, then whispered loud enough for all three of us to hear, "Officer, have you got the trace going?" I hung up last.I received a standing ovation, even if it was the applause of one. I returned to find the table laden with my victory feast. There was enough food for a small party. Quickly the truth shone through that neither of us. My paddles (one black leather, one about 18”, ½”thick with 8 holes drilled through beveled on one side for maximum effect, very limber brown leather belt, short leather slapper w/holes, and a riding crop. I also gathered a few dildos of various sizes & lengths (including the Falcon “Manrammer – Size Large”…I mean, can’t really expect to cram the XL up his tight hole just yet. And I picked up a Colt “Anal Trainer” kit that consisted of three different traditional buttplugs of increasing. Around 9 p.m. guests started to show up at Willis’s door, Allison admitted some of the first few arrivals (still fully dressed, thank God), and I began to hope that perhaps nothing untoward would happen this time. My hopes began to diminish as the sounds of partying grew louder and the arrival of even more guests of extremely unsavory appearance. Willis had been playing lately at being a big shot biker according to Tiny, and it looked like he had invited a bunch of scooter trash to his party.. No little tight ass for me. I would put my ear to the wall and listen to my parents fucking, and jerk off picturing myself in there rather than my Dad. I loved to look up my Mom's shorts when she would lay back to take a nap in the recliner. Depending on her position I could see a cheek of her ass and sometimes the hair sticking out of her panties. I'm getting a hard on just thinking about it. On our first night there, I went to my folk’s room across the hall to get a blanket. My Dad was in.