You know what you should’ve said, don’t you?”“Yes, master,” It was a mumble, but perfectly audible. “What was that?” my press making... her visibly squirm.“Yes, master,” her voice now more steady and sure.“I still didn’t hear it.” I menaced with a growl in my voice. I wanted an acknowledged capitulation.“Yes, master,” she said, firm and committed, but then she took me totally by surprise.“I just can’t do this,” a quaver in her voice, “I really shouldn’t have come …. I can’t,” as she takes a. Mom had a cow whenever Jeff or I left a light, any kind of light, on when we left the room. There were a couple of DVDs on the table beside the player. Even from across the room I knew what they were. Who designs the covers for porno tapes, anyway? Dyslexic horny monkeys? Teenage boys? Yeah, right. Stupid me. Heck, that's not even an oxymoron. It's just plain redundant. And unfair to dyslexia sufferers, too, I bet. Anyway, you can recognize the things from 100 feet away.What the hell. I put one. Two things happened, one, the pain made me almost scream out loud and second, having my penis and leather strap riding up my ass turned me on, and that was unexpected. I tried to walk around for awhile and it was needless to say uncomfortable, Sam put some lotion on me to try ease the chaffing that would certainly occur, that felt better. When I put on some panties, the difference was nothing less than remarkable, it looked so much better than I could have hoped for. I looked at the other. You look absolutely lovely in them he commented. My cock was now fully hard and trapped inside the material of the knickers. He put his arms around me and kissed me full on the lips while fondling my prick and balls through the knickers. I didn’t push him away but held him close. My first snog with a man and I was in heaven. We kissed for several minutes and fondled each other’s cocks, his was now hard. The funny thing was that although he was longer and thicker than me when limp, I was two.