We sat on the floor together as he removed the items. Black porn “Good,” Master San said bending over me and taking me into his mouth. I did as I was told. It was alive with the feeling of his swirling tongue. He’d moved in three months earlier. It’ll give you confidence.”
After my sorry display of the social graces, I knew the argument was over. My hips thrust upward forcing as much of me into his mouth as possible. I hid partially behind mom, mumbling greetings back, shyly watching their asses as they walked away shaking their heads at my inability to function socially. I knew of course the reasons she would give: I was always moping around the house; I needed a male role model since my father wasn’t around, and (the every so convincing) it would be good for me. “I didn’t know how to put it on,” I explained truthfully. Master San would direct me, teaching me by example, sometimes having to physically touch me.
