Not quite White Castles, but it would do. Pulling into the parking lot, I grabbed my gym bag and went inside. Master Boripat looked at me as I entered....“Nice of you to grace us with your presence.”“I’m sorry about that Master Boripat. It won’t happen again.”He was a little bit more sympathetic when I explained what happened. I was given what I now referred to as the Stosh treatment. My stomach felt like I’d been repeatedly hit with a bat. Driving home was horrible, a hot shower only helped a. The best I could do for Jeff was to limit the meet-the-fiancé trauma to a dinner with Larry’s family and another with Ray’s family. Ray brought his daughter, Sabrina, and son, Benjamin, to dinner Monday night. Ray’s wife Miriam was delayed on business and would arrive later in the week. Ben was twenty-five and had an MBA from Harvard. Sabrina was twenty-one. She would be graduating next year with an undergraduate degree in business. Ben was a hunk, tall with dark, wavy hair. Sabrina was. My pussy was starting to get wet. “Sure, he said, then he explained what he had done, how he placed eight cameras and adjusted the angles so the whole room would be recorded. He went on to explain that he had to set up four more cameras to cover the bed for close-up video. The cameras would be transmitting to a DVD receiver located in the closet and there was also a color monitor for playback. The whole system could be controlled by one remote control. Because there were twelve HD cameras, the. "Your cock feels incredible, Unc ... Jack. You're bigger than any of my boyfriends." You've done this with more than one boy?"She looked guilty then said, "Don't tell Mom!" It's none of my business, but I think you should tell her. Be open and honest. It really helps a relationship."As soon as I said that I couldn't help but see the irony or better yet hypocrisy. I'd bedded many women under the pretenses of lies and dishonesty. I was certainly not the spokesman for truth and healthy.