Then the memory of shame birthed its gift. No more the small one, the weak one, the frightened one. Running from beatings, deflating. I’m becoming m...ore than a man, more than you ever were. Driven and burning to rise beyond Jesus‘ Phil Anselmo’s voice blasted into me, the heavy riff of Dimebag Darryl’s guitar carrying me back in time. The Monster was awakening. Hungry from its hibernation.Standing in front of the judge, who sat pale, in horrified silence. Staring in defiance as he struggled to. His long slow strokes were so perfect; I know he loved feeling his cock head entering my throat.My hands massaged his oversized balls. When I felt them tighten, I know he was ready to cum. He did not announce it as many guys do; he just started cumming, never slowing down his motion.His cum spewed into my throat, in my mouth, and then, he dramatically pulled out and shot a few squirts on my face. Then he rubbed his cock all over my face while I sucked on his balls. “”That’s a good little girl”. You coming?” I said no, I would hang around for a bit, and soon it was just me and the two secretly naughty girls.“Let's play a game,” Grace bellowed. “Find the star. I have some sticky stars like they use at schools. We'll draw lots for who's 'it', and he or she lies on the floor with their eyes closed and has to find the star. Okay?” Dorothy and I mumbled our dubious consent and Grace got us to draw matchsticks from her pudgy fist. I drew the short one.“On the floor!” Grace commanded. “On. Magus shifted in his chair. He frowned. Finally, he said, “I usually leave the area after something like that. It is a little safer that way.”“Smart,” Titus said.“I’m going to be heading to Houston after you get back,” Magus said.“For how long?” Titus asked.“A couple years maybe. It’s hard to tell,” Magus answered.“A couple years?” Titus asked.“I’m setting up an office there,” Magus said.“What about the office here?” Titus asked.“It’s yours,” Magus answered.“What do you mean it’s mine?” Titus.