I loved the movies, the actresses were goddesses with their beautiful make-up and cultured coiffure, the long golden limbs and neatly manicured nails ...and toes I watched opened mouthed in admiration accompanied by my own obligatory little stiffy. Anyway I’d made it finally to my own living space, my own bijou, one bedroom apartment. There was no need to hide anymore, no sneaky visits to my sisters’ underwear drawer and make-up bag, no more squalid stolen minutes with part of me. There are things you survive but never get over. They had played this game of catch and release so many times she could not, would not, count anymore.“I am not good for you.” She hated herself for the note of desperation in her voice.“You are not good for yourself.” Hard to argue looking at the mess she regularly made of her life, the scars her body and mind carried with them. He had come so close, the well-known scent of his skin wrapping a security blanket around her frayed nerves. It took. Some sweet tasting liquid flowed into my mouth at the same time. My bladder was being squeezed by the water filling me and as I started to pee I realized it was being pumped back through my gag. As more of the liquid flowed I savored its taste, receiving smiles from the Mistresses. I didn't realize what its effect was until I felt the burning and pulsing in my chest.I was soon pumped clean and the nozzle was removed. Ginger carefully cleansed my bottom and stroked me to full hardness. More of. So, when he constantly complained of boredom, his mother's and Caleb's confusion was appalling. You can imagine, when Caleb ran into his room screaming unintelligibly about something on that musky august day, Mark was intrigued. "Dude! This is unbelievable! Big opportunity, hurry your ass up and follow me!" Mark obliged, because in his state anything would be better than X-box and porn. "What's the deal?" He asked, already excited for some change in the monotony. "Just come with me and watch!".