”“Moooom, that was over half a year ago, and my body has nothing to do with my mind. I could have skipped a grade if I wanted to.” I would have ...if I wasn’t so scared. I didn’t really have friends per sey in my current class, but I at least knew them as acquaintances.I tossed the book into the backseat of the car hoping to prevent further questions about it. The suction and thump of the capsule returning sounded. Mom opened the small door and retrieved it. “Only today, I’ll let you pack the cart. . I'm really proud you want me to, but ... I don't want to let you down."Eddie smiled, showing his two gold teeth."You can do. Cousin Arnold help. Good experience. You can do," he repeated in his mangled English.I thought about it. It was a hell of an opportunity, there was no doubt. But ... could I do the job? And who the hell was Cousin Arnold? I was going to have to take a chance. A big chance."Okay, Eddie, as along as your cousin can help, I'll do it. When do you want me to start?" When you. She isn’t even my Mistress, but Mistress lets her do anything she wants with me, and what she wants is always so cruel and merciless. She always makes me feel so young – though she is not much older than me – like a small boy – or worse, girl, when the mood takes her. She behaves as if my cock and balls had never grown, and I worry that they are in fact tiny. But I don’t think they can be. My cock is certainly bigger than the one man Ms Helen forced me to suck off, using the whip as. She took a step towards me. ‘I really like you, Damon.’ Then she climbed on top of me on the couch, straddling me, and kissed me. Her lips were so soft. I let my hands wander up and down her body, feeling her soft curves. I barely had time to get used to her lips against mine before she pushed her tongue into my mouth. Her smell overwhelmed my senses and I felt my cock spring up, raging hard. I know that she felt it against her crotch, cuz at that moment she started to hump me, grinding her.