Looking at the man in front of me, I knew that he was in a lot of discomfort if not a lot of pain from holding it. I looked at his wrapped hands, and ...I could tell that he could in no way unzip himself and pull his dick out (sorry he called it his "Johnson"). I guess that must be an age thing. My dad once in a while would refer to his penis like that.I patted his back and said, "There, there, mister. Maybe you could make it down the hill. Or maybe we can find a ranger and he could help you."He. "Well, we won't discuss this anymore," said Dad. "Okay?"This time, we all nodded agreement.Mom and Dad spent the rest of the day in private arguing theories about what happened and, I think, discussing my future."We're pulling you out of school," Mom announced.Wow! They were moving fast. It was only Sunday morning. Dad and Abigail had taken off so that Mom and I could talk in private."You're a walking time bomb," Mom added. I nodded. I was glad the other night's incident hadn't occurred in. Then I took the diction to leave my job and be a good wife this time and it worked for a few months until my hubby started going abroad frequently and again the sex stopped, when he was around he was too tired for it. I was home full day cooking, cleaning and taking care of the young boy who lacked mothers love since childhood and I was also too close to him cause he was only one around most of the time. I had joined the gym also to keep myself in shape I don’t know for whom.Being home made me. Chapter 3 Sir T., His wife {a switch}, my Master and I started to see each other on a regular bases. Not only for BDSM but for dinner and maybe a movie or two. We never met at our homes always at a restaurant or a hotel. The four of us started to feel comfortable around each other and being nude in front of them was no worse than being so in front of my Master. After about a month or so, Sir T. asked my Master if He could have me alone for an evening. My Master said He would think it over and.