Besides, I have a very strange middle name of Laverne. Spelled the way it is, it is supposed to be a girl’s name, a boy is supposed to be spelled La... Verne, but that is what my mother named me, after a great aunt of hers. I never understood, but I have hidden that name behind a middle initial all my life. When asked my name, I said Robert L. Stevens. When asked what the L stood for, I just said it is the letter L. I explained that my parents argued over Lawrence and Leroy and since neither could. Go get you handbag and say your goodbyes. No. she said, shaking her head. Look, Ive left the kids alone in the house and we need to get back to them. Im not coming. You go home I find my way back later. There was in intense look in her eyes. Youve had enough and that lipstick you were so worried about earlier is smudged. We need to go home. We argued and time was wasting. Call me, no matter what time and Ill come and get you. Ok, ok, she said, Ill give you a call I left. Wasnt too happy about. "Shush, Bobbie. If you're going to open your mouth, it'd better have my dick in it," he said through gritted teeth. He reached out to grasp my jaw to steady my head and pull in down to pry my mouth open. "Suck me, Bobbie," he said as he laid his cock across my face. With a feeble struggle and fake denial, I acquiesced as he leaned forward and inserted himself into my mouth. I wasn't sure if it was a nightmare or a dream, but I began to take his cock like the slut he turned me into. I was. (What? I'm the only one getting excited? what's wrong with you people?)At one point the moderator came over to me. He said if I didn't stop making noise I'd have to leave.(Asshole)But Ginger kept right on talking. Soon the hot dogs weren't big enough and she was using wooden handles instead. My cock was growing out of my pants. At one point in the dream as her story went on I reached down to try and jack off, but someone had bound my hands to the chair. To make matters worse all my.