After school I did my homework in record time, jumped on my bike and rode to his house. I knocked on his door, he opened it and smiled. "I was wonder...ing if you were coming back, come on in " Mr. Robertson said. I went in, he put his arm around my shoulder and asked if I was hungry, yes I said. He made me a sandwich and poured a glass of milk. He said to come sit down when I finished. After eating I went to the front room and sat beside him. He rubbed my shoulder and asked if I liked. Tina was a mess she had of course not been able to control her bladder or bowls. She had both peed and shit in her panties several times. She had to drink often because of the salt from the morning and the laxative had done its job on her stomach. She was utterly humiliated and degraded even if the burning in her clit was finally starting to fade. Tina would probably agree to anything just to get out of the situation she was now in. Jackie was peeing in her pen. She had tried to stand and had. But then, I suppose I wield more power than she does. You.”“Yes Master, I suppose you do.”“She’s the Queen, but really, I pull the strings. If I disapprove, she won’t do it.”“If you wish for it Master, then yes.”“I guess what I’m saying is that there’s very little reason for my mother to be Queen anymore, is there?”“Master, I hope you are not about to say what I think you are.”“Perhaps it would be best if I were to simply assume the throne.”“Do you wish for me to make your mother abdicate?”“No. "OK, the couch it is. Who's first?"Again there was silence, but this time it bothered me. Were they such good friends that each was allowing the other to go first? Did they both want to go first but didn't want to appear too anxious? Or were they not interested in fucking this old lady? Shit, I'm still in my sixties; not that old. But that can't be; no teen age boy is going to reject a willing wet pussy, no matter how old or how ugly, and I definitely am not ugly.I stretched out on the couch,.