I didn’t want anyone to see me cry, especially Amanda so I walk out of the room without a word. Once in my room, tears fall like rain. I pull off my pants and see my white underwear has a big red stain in the crotch. I pull them down as the door opens up and Steph walks in. “Ma!” I shout as I turn to cover my pecker. “Oh don’t act like I’ve never seen ya naked before. I use to clean your bottom before you could even walk.” She walks over not even ass to mouth the least bit coy about it. “I just wanted to see if you were alright.” She pulls me into a hug as more tears fall from my eyes. I’m still trying to keep my crotch hooker covered as she brings her hands to the side of my face and brings it close to hers looking into my eyes. “Don’t worry about it baby, a little spilt juice has never hurt anyone.” It’s not just the juice. Being humiliated in front of Amanda like that just makes me want to bury my face in butthole the ground. Let’s not forget the three farm hands harassing me all day long. She wipes away my tears and gives me a gentle kiss on the forehead. “Now why don’t you put some pants on and I’ll help you clean up the kitchen.” “Yes ma, I’ll be down in a sec.” “That’s my boy. I hate seeing that pretty face of yours full of tears,” she says and then walks out. I quickly put on a fresh pair buttfucking of undies and some shorts and make my way back down stairs. Steph has already started putting away the leftovers. Amanda stacked up anus all the plates in the sink. “You weren’t kidding Steph, that boy sure can cook. I do enjoy spaghetti, but his takes the cake.” “I told ya!” I can feel my cheeks flush with color hearing her say that. She gives me a look as I walk in making my knees quiver. I quickly go to work on the dishes avoiding her glances. She probably thinks I’m such a pansy. His groggy mind flashed back to last night’s encounter. I'm going to fuck all that fake masculinity anus right out of you're helpless body permanently marking you as a inferior sissy bitch!" And the grand playroom didn’t hurt either. It didn’t hurt but it sure was different. That way he could maintain the right balance of buttfucking the humiliating worthlessness they felt and their desire to be given attention. The most important people to surround her. “Oh, god! Tawny hair spilled about her shoulders. hooker But they asked him why did u locked the door and why she is screaming Thoughts of just how sexy she ass to mouth was would not leave his mind. My mom was with Aunt Vicky, keeping her company, while the rest of us took the children home so butthole they could get some sleep.