This means I have to go to their house after school andsometimes at weekends.I felt my eyes well up with water, and begged them that I could take care...of myself.Dad told me to be a man about it and not cry over such a small thing.Saturday, January 7Dear DiaryMom worked at home today. She must have thought I was in the way as inthe afternoon she told me I should take a nap.I refused, as I did not take naps since I was 6Monday, January 9Dear DiaryToday was the first time I was babysat by the. The family was ridiculously wealthy; Lady Veronica probably controlled more money than the other five women at the table combined. They were also known for their wicked parties, the best in the fetish community, anywhere.Jutte von Stern, the German woman, loomed over the end of the table, a Teutonic presence that seemed to menace those around her, just by her presence. Jutte was in her mid-40s, with golden-blonde hair falling in gentle, gracious curls to her shoulders. She had a classic,. This drew the attention of the man standing beside me. His response was to smile and move slightly in my direction, further cramping me for room between him and the guys sitting beside me. My grip on the handle tightened as the palms started running over my flat belly. Very soon he was circling my belly button. I kept as much a straight face as possible. My heart skipped a beat when he ran his fingers along the waistline of my sari.‘ Please don't do that, the whole sari would come off if he. Baldwin, the only one still dressed, though his cock is out, hard, and clutched in his hand. I smile down at him, lightly caress it with my fingertips, but continue moving to the bar where I refill glasses and distribute them to the men. Then, as the other men relax, recover, I kneel before Mr. Baldwin and take his cock in my mouth. After two strokes with my mouth, I take him fully into my throat. I look up and he smiles at me.I quietly ask, “Are you pleased, sir?”“Very pleased.” The next he.