’ I’m an idiot. Of course she can’t go home, the asshole would be there. She probably ran off in such a hurry she forgot her purse and money and... all her friends, well, wouldn’t they be at the church? I had much trepidation about my next question, but what else could I say? ‘I only live a couple blocks down the road. You can stay there tonight if you would like?’ The young woman sat up and gave me a quizzical look. As if she were thinking sitting on a park bench with a complete stranger wasn’t. "Be obedient, Scooter, and do what they tell you and make me proud!" was The Duke's oft-repeated phrase just prior to the meetings. I made him proud, too! Why not? I loved sex and was good at it.While he made twenty, twenty-five bucks per pop, the five bucks he doled out to me helped financially. If that sounds like rationalization, so be it! I have no guilt or shame in the matter. I loved sucking cock, tasting cum and. sure as shit, I loved having a dick up my ass. I also loved a good screwing. She’d help with my math at first, but never volunteer, maybe because I was getting to be better at it than her.I’d lots of opportunities to peek and bump into her, as well — what happens when you live under the same roof– and if she’s your cousin, maybe she’ll even play around with you a little.But there was Andrew. Susan and I would be on the porch swing, her grinning at my joke about Hans the Hun, when he’d get home from baseball, and zap! she’d forget I was even there, asking him things like. ?She stared at him, exploring his brown eyes, and then finally smiled. It was probably true. How delicious.?What did you do Friday and Saturday nights ??He shrugged. ?Supper. TV. Chores. Early nights.??No touching Laura ? No sex ???No.? He shook his head. ?I swear.?She chuckled. It felt so good to be controlling an adult couple; married, older than her, forbidding them to do what any normal husband and wife would do at the weekend.?Take off your clothes.?He quickly obeyed, stepping out of his.