That he couldn't do it until he got in high school. I sort offelt sorry for him and told him he could use my computer anytime hewanted to and even go ...on the internet as long as his mom and dad didn'tknow he was doing it...and as long as he didn't go to any porn sites. Hisface got so red when I said that, like I had discovered what he wasintending to do. So I just laughed it off and told him I didn't care whathe did as long as neither he nor I got in trouble with his parents. Ithen showed him. “Not fair, mom!” I yelled from the room.“Everything is fair in love and war, my love,” she replied from the bathroom. I was frustrated. I took off my boots and jeans and was now sitting on the bed in my bra and thong. A few minutes I heard mom’s voice. It was low, so I went closer to listen properly.“Baby can you get me the towel, please,” she said as she’d forgotten it during our little tussle. I saw this as a golden opportunity. I quickly stripped naked and took the towel, and went to the. With a surgeon's delicacy he separated the globule of semenfrom the member and swallowed it. There was a nearly silent exhalationthrough his nostrils that would have been a whimpering, shivery sigh ifhe had dared to make a noise in the black quiet of the early day. The semen tasted of sugar and lemon. It was an immaculate candied treatto him. It was a delicacy that, being slave to his mistress, only he waschosen to appreciate. The fact that his mistress, when given to bouts ofsexual need or. But ..." --- she hesitated --- "If I may be so bold, I think it's not up to me to decide, sir." --- she said --- "This is a bit different. You should be the only ones to give me orders."--- "That is true." --- said Hank, looking at Sam.--- "You should go." --- said Sam --- "But let's put a twist on it."--- "What do you have in mind?" --- asked Hank.--- "First of all, dress like a little innocent girl. Braids, ribbons, school uniform, all that shit. Second, wear white cotton panties. Type that.