I’ll try harder.”“You’ll try harder to do what?” pressed Mrs. Perkins.“To be your Good Boy” I replied.“I’m gong to put my fingertip ...right against your little hole” she said. “If you want to be Mommies good boy, you’ll lean back and push yourself onto my finger.”True to her word, I felt just the tip of a finger against my little hole. This was VERY humiliating, but I took a deep breath, arched my back and leaned back onto the finger, allowing it to penetrate my rectum. “Good boy” I heard Mrs.. "Are you Barbi?" she shyly asked in a high sexy voice. I could tell she wasabout to die of embarrassment. I looked her up and down, not really likingwhat I saw. She had on jeans, what could only be Jimmy's, and a pullover sothick as to hide what curves she might have underneath. I looked at her feetonly to see some sandles that were too big. Her hair was a mess, no makeup,and she looked like a frightened animal. All in all, I thought she could'vedone better."I'm Barbi. Who are you?" I wondered. However, the problem now, dear brother, is that if you kill me, you must also fight him as a blood honor.”“We should speak of this in the camp then, dear brother,” Roland said.“Lead the way,” I said.The Thieves were around us as we rode. It was to be expected. As we neared the center of the compound, there, on six pikes, were the heads of men. One couldn’t help but notice them.“Those are the heads of the last six Heroes that have come to try to take my treasure,” Roland offered. “There would be. After a few minutes, she sat up abruptly, started taking her clothes off, and told me she’s a virgin and wanted to stay that way but we were still going to have fun.”Gloria felt led to interrupt. “This is a church crowd, Glen. Don’t get too racy.”“I’ll try to be delicate. Let’s just say that, after we dated a while, I saw a trophy on her dresser in her bedroom—sorry Gloria, this will be the worst part—with a plaque that said ‘Fellatio Champ of Philadelphia’ that a former boyfriend had given.