I thought it might be a good idea to let it go for now as I headed to the bathroom. After relieving myself, I decided to get my shower. As I crossed t...he bathroom floor, I glanced out of the door, which was not fully closed and I could see him stroking his dick. I paused to watch discreetly, feeling myself getting turned on again. The desire to walk back in there, throw off the covers and ride that dick once more was almost overwhelming but I knew he wouldn’t go for that so I turned the water on. “Fucking wow” he exclaimed after a moment he studied me up and down, my discomfort subsided a little as I realised he actually liked what he saw.After a few moments he asked if I would stand up. I struggled up onto the heels I grinned as I saw the approval and desire in his face. My cock started to swell again. I did a slow turn, more out of fear from falling whilst wearing the shoes but it had the desired effect. I felt sure Malcolm was almost drooling, when I stopped turning and faced. Jones's visit but later I heard her arguing that daddy shouldn't have accepted the gift or even allowed him in the house.Our art course, which both Jamil and I excelled in and enjoyed, consisted of four modules of nine weeks each. The graphic art module finished at the end of November and next we had to take was performing arts. Both Jamil and I were too shy to get up and read out loud, let alone get up on the stage and act. Most teachers knew the reasons for this and we expected to be kept out. Mama Agatha had been a bewildering older woman of complicated agendas prone to periods of extended silence and with no emotions visible to human perception. She would address me only with the single word “Boy” and look at me with her hand-held glass that made her eye look much larger than it actually was in reality.Yes, even with the brisk winter wind and the crowded platform, it was a relief to be out of the atmosphere of decay that had surrounded me at 444 Prefontaine Place. I wondered what.