“You looked like you enjoyed that foot massage, darling. Did you find it…stimulating, in any way?” Mum whispers, as she caresses my leg and star...es me in the eye.“Yeah, I suppose. Maybe a little,” I reply shyly.“That’s interesting,” she says softly. “That means your feet are one of your erogenous zones. Now that I know that, I can massage your feet more often. I’m pretty sure I could find another of your erogenous zones...if you’d let me.”Oh my God! Where is this leading?“I can imagine that. . and then make you parade up and down the stairs for me. Watching you be so careful not to trip, legs shaking, and your dick poking out of the top of your pretty, pink thong. I might, after letting you parade around, let you have another beer, however, the only way you'd be allowed to drink it, would be to get down on you knees, whore, and deep throat the bottle from my crotch. You would have to show me how well you go down on me, grasp that long neck bottle with your girly-ass lips and swig. We were just putting the last of the decorations up when kids started showing up for the party. Mostly ninth and tenth graders were invited, but these things had a way of expanding sometimes. Josh and Molly ran upstairs to their rooms to change into their costumes and came down just as the doorbell started to ring. Josh was a monk of some sort, wearing a hooded robe with a rope for a belt, his bare feet in sandals. Molly was a hippie girl, complete with a huge afro- style wig and rose-colored. Baz was still riding your face and then held his bellend near your lips so you could lick the tip and suck just the end, Oh man he said you give a good suck.The pounding at both ends turned you on so much your cock was as hard as steel, and dribbled pre cum all over the bed. Winston put his hand on your cock and stroked it right down to your balls where he stopped to give a tight squeeze, he lubed up his hand so he could slide his hand up and down with ease. He then concentrated on your end and.