I just want to play with it and make him come. A young lad’s balls need emptying every now and then.”“Jesus, Jessie! You’re fucking weird! Why... the hell would you want to wank your sixteen-year-old son’s cock?”“Everybody else is doing it. All my friends are fiddling with their son’s cocks.”My face wore an expression of utter shock. “Does Tommy know about this infatuation you seem to have with fondling his genitals?”Jessie shrugged nonchalantly. “Maybe. I’ve tried sneaking in his room and. He’d learned the rest from his time in the desert with the Marines.Getting his phone out, Steven called the supervisor. He picked up after the third ring. Before he could say hello, Steven started talking. “Johnny, don’t hang up and pretend your talking to your boss. I’ll explain everything to you.” He told him.Johnny “Walking Thunder” Reyes was a full-blooded apache. When he was younger, he had a habit of being sure that everyone in the room he walked into knew he was there. Hence how he got. “Not if you deep throat him.” I cheerily concluded, and the look on her face said volumes. Obviously, she couldn’t, or didn’t know how to do it. Having my catty moment of victory, I left her to her own cleaning, and made my way out, refreshed, and even a bit bolder, having stroked my own ego.Coming out, Ron was nowhere to be seen. I frowned thoughtfully, and more carefully looked around. Then I saw him, seated in a booth and in a conversation with some other men. All of them were dressed more. The great leader called me at her office andexplained what she wanted. This made me feel sick, but I quicklyrealized that if I didn't complied, she would simply substitute me,putting someone else of her party in my position (this was, probably,her intent). I decided to play along, but quite immediately I devised aplan to make her pay for that kind of syn. I needed, however, thecollaboration of the slave for the success of my plan.I called him to my office, with the excuse to explain him.