Something metallic: winding silver runnels trailing down toward something sunken into the central stage area.My escort prodded me, slapping me on my b...ottom. “Stop staring and move. This way.” I was guided to my own stall. I caught the eyes of several other men - though, like me, most were barely out of boyhood - and each seemed as puzzled and scared as I was.A scant moment after I was pushed into my stall, the guard roughly placed my wrists and ankles in the manacles attached to the stall’s. My mom told me she was tired of being lonely. She taught me...how to...take care of her...sexually." Jimmy, I guess that most every boy your age...has fantasies about his mother. I think we can agree that it's not a bad thing, isn't it?" No. I guess not. I mean all ten of us boys here and all of you moms...I mean...its hot."Their dinner arrives. Jimmy starts gulping down his steak. Slow down boy, she thinks. We aren't in a contest! Carole sees that his table manners aren't the best. Thankfully. “Tain’t gon’ be no good out here,” she continued, hiding inside her character. “Best go indoors.” I followed her into the apartment and enjoyed the cool of the bedroom. We lay on the bed, facing one another.“Well yaw a dark horse, Shondell,” she said. The ratification committee in my mind came to a rapid decision and I lay on top of her and kissed her the right way. My hand ventured onto her bikinied bottom and lay there.“Well?” she said. “You all talk and no action?”I slipped my hand inside. As I started kissing back he broke off and said do you play an instrument and I said guitar and he told me that I was going to travel with him everywhere and that he loved me and I would no longer be poor. He asked me how old I was and I said 14 and he asked me what I wanted my first car to be and I said a Ferrari F-430 Scuderia in all white with 2 12” alpine’s in the trunk. He also asked me what my favorite 2 colors were and I said white and lime green. He asked for anything about me and I.