Shaking his head, he said, “That was one sick man.”Deciding that exploring the house would require even more care than he had thought, he studied ...the door for several long minutes before selecting a key. The key wasn’t a metal key like used in modern houses, but a wooden one that fit into a slot. The proper locations of cuts into the wood allowed specific mechanisms to move while preventing others from moving. The problem was that there were two slots and only one key. He examined the slots and. And I think it was about the same sign of submission that had me in turmoil. Of course, he was on the other side of the sign of submission. I stroked him gently and felt him harden in my hand. I started out licking up and down his growing shaft. He was cut with a very big mushroom head. I licked down to his hairy balls taking turns sucking and licking each one. I licked my way back up and popped his cock in my mouth. My tongue was licking under the head as I was sucking. I could feel the raw. I felt light headed and lost in the moment, so ready for the release I had been craving. He slipped and oil covered finger between my legs and rubbed my virgen asshole. I began to breath harder now, almost quivering, then he slipped his finger tip inside me. I moaned out loud, uncontrollably. And reached over to feel his cock. Any sense of timidness was gone. He manhood felt incredible in my hand, his hanging balls, his soft, oil covered shaft. I came explosively, like it was my first time, it. Chris clenched his jaw, trying to ignore the way Stacy was suddenly talking to him as if they were both who they appeared to be. This was way too embarrassing. Chris felt humiliated, sitting in the principals office, being chewed out for things he didn't even do, while Stacy, the real culprit sat right there. At least Stacy was trying to talk him out of all the trouble since she was the one that would have to deal with the punishment. Finally, the principal was satisfied that Stacy.