“They want to see how long you can hold out,” I told him. “And how hard you can cum at the end of it.”He moaned something about the ceiling fr...om between clenched teeth, and after that, all he did was mewl curses and gibberish for quite some time. I kept reminding him where his imaginary masseurs were putting – and not putting – their hands, and how excruciatingly slow and gentle those hands were.Stroking. Petting. Tapping. Barely grazing. I marveled at how each of these had its own soundtrack,. My punishment I knew would be severe. I decided to allow myself to be the lightning rod for my parent's wrath. Whatever sentence they handed out I would take quietly. I needed to get my parents calmed down so that they would go easier on my aunt. I had no idea what they could do to Maggie. Could they send her to jail for having sex with me? I would fall on their sword for Maggie's sake.So when my mother and father, covered in storm clouds entered my room, I was wearing my mackintosh-ready for. “Don’t worry, we’re not hard,” Shannon chimed in. She looked over at me; I sat up straighter as she suppressed a smile, “More than two dozen times a day.”“Oh, yeah...” Kristi pulled out a red and blue journal from the box. Supergirl was on its cover. Her blush was running straight down her throat and into her top, “I seem to remember reading a novel where the boy tried to think about baseball to get rid of a...” Her erratic hand gestures poorly described a penis. We got the picture.“I have. My entertainment center housed a 30" high-definition TV, as well as aNintendo Wii perched beside it. A portrait of Bruce Lee hung in onecorner of the apartment, as well as a heavy bag, as I tried to practicekickboxing every other day. Even though I was finally free to expressmyself in the way that I've always wanted, even before I truly realizedit, I was never one to decorate my surroundings with a lot of pastelcolors, although I did have a few flowery things around the apartment. Iliked.