Seconds passed. Gerald looked me in the eye and turned away. Ugh. I began to formulate my apology to however this would come back to bite me when we g...t home. My face read shame. I wanted to run. It would be worse if I left him here. I slowly trudged back up the path.Gerald stayed, watching me. "You know, son," he said, his voice slightly raised in volume but not tone. "You can take care of what you need to. I'm not in any kind of a hurry. I've been 18, too." Then, under his breath: "Believe it. However, the scrapbook was on the floor. "Where did you find this?" I said in feigned anger. "Whileputting away the boxes, I came across it," he said in a cuteashamed and embarrassed tone. "I'm really embarrassed. Those photos were taken by myhusband many years ago. They were not meant for publicconsumption." "That's a shame," he replied. "You certainly havea beautiful body." I don't know what was coming over me, but Iwas getting highly excited. In fact, I was even getting wetbetween my legs.. Theringing changed as she declined his call. Angrily he called again."The person you have called is temporarily not available. Please..."This time it was Richard who hung up. How could she dare to curse himlike that and then ignoring him? He didn't know where she lived, but hevowed he would find her and make her lift the curse!But first, he had to get dressed. Maybe some sweatpants and a t-shirtmight fit. Standing up he saw his reflection in another mirror. Damn, helooked good. Someone with his. ..and your clitty is so big. Excited are, you?" Mistress Sarah reached out and firmly squeezed my cock a few times. It was a welcome sensation that reverberated though my entire body. Before I could respond, she ordered, "Turn around slut. Let me see that arse of yours." Ever since I had met Mistress Sarah online, I had dreamed of her fucking me in the arse. I had often used various vibrators and dildos on myself and Mistress knew this, but over the past few months, Mistress Sarah had.