She figured that what Benny meant by alone time was far different than what she and Cathy had meant.“I’m worried about him.”“I told you he’s... okay.”“Look. He trusts me and I’m not going to fail him. He’s been gone a week. I have to know that he’s okay. You’re going to take me to him or else.”Stunned by what he was hearing, Tim started at Cathy. He was speechless. He sputtered, “Are you suggesting that I did something to him?”“I’m saying that you’re going to take me to him, or else.”“Or else. Meanwhile, she was being led through a hallway and into a room where she sensed there were a number of people. She could almost taste the atmosphere of anticipation from the people in the room who were no doubt awaiting her with just as much interest as she awaited them.Her husband led her to the centre of the room. A glass was put in her hand - he had arranged her favourite drink - it helped to steady her and relax her. She sipped gratefully. The empty glass was taken from her hand. Max. "No, I don't think so, let's start studying now" "I can't concentrate, I want you so bad" I replied. I got on my knees in front of him as he sat on the couch. I ran my hands up and down his thighs as I looked into his eyes and said, "please let me have your big cock" "you really are my little cocksucking faggot, aren't you!?!" Kevin said proudly. He really had turned me into a little cock loving sissy and I didn't even know it. It didn't matter though, I just wanted, no, I just needed his huge. I soon found myself in a jerk-off frenzy. Two, three, five, a day. I couldn't stop myself. Imagination wore out as a means to satisfy myself. I began to search through everything for stimulating pictures: the lingerie section of mums catalogs. I would have killed for a Fiesta or Escort magazine, but they were simply not to be gotten at the time, especially not in mum's house. Later that month, as I was rooting around in mum's wardrobe, I found several pictures of my mother. Not just any old.