And your tummy - why would I ever want to suck a guy's hairy tummy or chest? "Both laughed. It was not even close for either of them, and they both kn...ew it."Nancy, do you ever suck cocks?" Sure. If they ask. And they always ask."(Again they both laughed) "Do you like it?" No. Not really. No." Why not?" Cocks are disgusting looking. I don't like to swallow cum, and I really hate the thought that pee comes out of them. Balls are even worse looking, so hairy, and I hate to touch or lick them. But. 9...8 Elle began jerking me harder and faster. 7...6...5 I clenched the bottom of my seat. 4...3.. I suddenly exploded with a burst of cum lava shooting and oozing out of my wood work shop. I could feel my lap getting drenched in white liquid cream as Elle continued to stroke my cock through the immense river of cum that was forming on her hand and on my pants. My eyes had rolled back into my head and when they rolled back to face reality, I was immediately confronted with a wobbly #34 jersey. They eagerly toyed with his cock. His dislike of this was obvious. The way that it was meant to be. This was the sort of stimulation that his penis was get accustomed to. Torment in constant supply. Actual torture, of course, had to administered in careful measures, at least the more extreme kind. He would have to keep thinking that there was a way to avoid it. To keep him from becoming apathetic. Keeping alive that futile hope that one day he might even be freed. With time, torture sessions. "Stand up and come over beside me."I hesitated, knowing that my very stiff clitty would be revealed."Do it, sissy! Now!" she virtually spat.I stood and came to her.With a wicked smile she commanded, "Open you robe. There are no secretsfrom your mother."Obeying her, my clitty sprung forward as the robe opened."Yes, I can see you dilemma, Daniel." She said. Then, noticing a slightdeflating of my clitty, "Does my calling you 'Daniel' disturb you?"I blushed. Then tears came to my eyes. Mummy took.