"Alright, slave" Lewis barked authoritatively, "lets go back inside for your torture." With a sigh of discontent, you decided to keep your promise. You both go inside to the living room. "Now assume the position," Lewis orders," pointing to the couch. You know, all too well, what he means. You sigh as you sit down on the carpet in front of the couch and lay your head back onto the seat cushion. Lewis grins evilly as he assumes his position in front of you, his butt a foot away from your face. You could already smell the stench of sweaty swamp-ass and crap that permeated from it. Lewis cackled venomously as he lowered his shorts and boxers, revealing his bare cheeks that glistened with a soccer game's worth of perspiration. The smell was overpowering now, and the worst was yet to come. "Bye bye Ash," Lewis chuckled as he wiggled his smelly butt,"seeya in about an hour." You watched in horror as the twelve-year-old spread his cheeks and began to lower himself to your face. You closed your eyes in anticipation of your fate. Just then, the doorbell rang.
"Oh come on!" Lewis groaned. He then pulled up his shorts and stepped towards the door. You let out a sigh of relief. "Hey," Lewis snapped at you, "Don't get comfortable, slave. We're not done yet." He then goes to the door and gazes through the peep-hole. "Hey Ash it's your friend, come tell them you can't come out today until I'm done with you."
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