Jock told his son, "Jim, your grandpa wants you to go over to his place after school today." Why, dad?" I don't know. May be he feels lonely and needs... your company."Peggy added, "Why not keep him company, son? Stay with him tonight and go to school from there the next day. After all he has been very good to you."It took some time to persuade the boy but in the end he agreed. He took a bag of clothes in addition to his school bag and went to school."What now, Jock?" Let's go shopping afterwards.. I didn't even hesitate. I stripped naked in front of him; he, on the other hand, remained in his uniform, with his cock pointing in attention at its prey. Back on my knees again, my intruder (do I still call him that?) walked around to my backside and hurled a glob of spit on my ass crack. He didn't use lube, he didn't go easy. It's like he wanted me to squeal, to fight back, to ask for mercy... He jammed that butt plug hard in my ass, stretching me out, pushing me down to the floor when I. He was clearly raped."I looked at Mr. Franks and I was suddenly very glad he was my Master's lawyer."That's a good point, sir," Detective Barnes said slowly. That was apparently a point of law the two officers hadn't fully considered before, but they were thinking hard on it now."The whole reason for having that so-called party was knowing these young slaves would have to be there illegally," Mr. Franks said, as if he was just working it all out finally. "They wouldn't be able to tell anyone. “I knelt in front of him and unzipped his pants, like this,” she shooed Carol’s hand away, possessively and unabashedly opened Chuck’s zipper and fished out his stiff, uncut cock then immediately began stroking it proudly. “As you can see, I wasn’t disappointed.” She paused a moment in admiration of her conquest and sighed. “I also wanted his balls free, so I pushed his slacks to his feet. Help me, Carol?”She eagerly helped push his blue baller shorts and boxers to the floor. His heavy balls.