“Thanks,” she said as I slid the trunk into the back seat. “Ok, so let’s talk a bit about the boys before you head off,” I said. She gave me a bit of an annoyed look. She was obviously in a hurry. “What kind of stuff can they eat?” I asked. “Well, they can eat anything in the house. I’ll trust you to make sensible choices. They aren’t allergic to anything, if that’s what you’re asking.” “Is there anywhere they aren’t allowed to go, or do they have free reign out here?” “Well, a sex offender lives next door, and he was convicted of enjoy and forcible sodomy of a little boy, so you probably shouldn’t let them go out front unsupervised, but other than that, whatever.” I made a mental note of that, it might be useful to have someone that could watch them in return for sex with them. She also told me how much to feed the dog (a great dane) out back. “You shouldn’t have to worry about the horses, though. Dwight knows it’s part of his chores to feed them, and Jon has to brush them each day.” I didn’t know about the horses—they might come in handy later. She gave me my expense money, a mere $250 for three months. “Hey, where’s the rest?” I asked. “You’ll get it when I get back, so long as none of my stuff is missing.” ****. I’m going to turn your children into sex slaves. Good thing I didn’t say it out loud.

“Okay, thanks. Have a good trip.” She flushed again “Ok, thanks for your help. I’ll see you in a couple of weeks.”

Her boys came out to wave goodbye to their mother. The older one, Dwight, was a week away from his eleventh birthday. He was small for his age, not much larger then when I had last seen him when he was eight. As I remembered him, he was wearing a big purple tshirt and a pair of short, black stretch pants. When he bent over, you could clearly see the sweet curve of his bum, and his cute little package. Indeed, it seemed a bit too tight, and the shirt looked like it was his mother’s. He was somewhat tan, being more athletic than his little brother. Hesitating a bit, he ran out to his mother and gave her a hug, standing on tip toe and burying his face in her chest. “Have a good vacation, Mom” he said, reluctantly letting go. She pushed him away, a bit annoyed. As she was getting into the car, Jon came running out. His blond hair was longer than I remembered it—almost shoulder length, and had that unkempt look that I love so much (think Pico). He was wearing a pair of light green shorts which were a bit too tight for him and an old white tank top, that didn’t reach all the way down to the top of his shorts, leaving the small of his back and his cute flat belly exposed to my lustful, impatient eyes. The neck was very stretched out, so it left much of his back exposed. I shivered as I looked at the curve of his back and the sweet perkiness of his bum, so well displayed in those oh so tight shorts. He jumped on her as she was getting into the car. “JESUS JON, WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?” she yelled angrily. It seems that she was more than ready to leave. Even I thought it was a bit harsh. Jon stood back and looked like he might cry a bit, and said “Sorry, momma. I’ll be a good boy while you’re gone.” The look of anger faded from her face, and returned to one of annoyance. “You kids be good and mind Mr. Masters,” she said as she closed the door. The kids came back to stand next to me as she pulled out of the driveway and sped off. Putting one hand over each of the boy’s shoulders, I gave each ones chest a bit of a squeeze as I said, “Come on, let’s go inside. I have a fun game I want to show you two.” We walked back into the house, and I locked the door with a click.