But Mark made the announcement that no appointments would be taken the first week. Jimmy would need a couple of days to recover from the Initiation & Investiture that afternoon. And his owner already had plans for him the rest of the week. They would have to try their luck at the laundry or postal boxes, but the boy would not show up anal most nights this week, as he would be out of the building. This led to general disappointment and much shuffling, as the residents shifted to other Bitches. It also led to a sense of relief for Jimmy. The length of the line had had him wondering how many young men he would be able to handle. He wondered what was expected in terms of volume. What were the limits, if any? What was the record? Then Jimmy caught himself. He was thinking like he planned to stay! Did he really want gay to do that?! Jimmy decided to focus on escape stuff. As soon as they knew he was gone, they would send videos to his father. His monthly allowance was sitting in the bank, untouched. Normally, he would have spent about 2/3rds of it by now. But other than going out for that one beer, he hadn't gone doggystyle anywhere since arriving, so he hadn't spent any of it. His prep school allowance had been $2,500 per month. For college his father had doubled it. But if he didn't get that $5,000 out of the bank before his father got the videos, the money would be removed from his account. So the first thing he would have to do, after leaving school, was go to the bank. Jimmy had heard that kind of money could last a poor person three or four months. With his normal spending habits, it would last him perhaps three weeks. His allowance, no matter how large, had never lasted the full month, despite the fact he never had to pay rent, or pay to feed or clothe himself. That's what the credit cards were for. Could he muster the fiscal discipline to make it last the six to eight weeks he estimated it would take to find a place to live, get a job, and receive his first paycheck? The very thought depressed him. If he were a missionary slave, he wouldn't have money, but he wouldn't need it either. His days of renting limos, going to trendy clubs on his fake ID, and getting hot chicks drunk enough to fuck, were over, no matter what. He would never buy rounds for his so-called amateur 'friends' again. He began to lick upwards, over the ball of the foot and along the length of her big toe, his lips finally drawing the cherry red-nailed digit within his mouth so that he could savor the flavor. gay If it wasn’t obvious, I’m a bit of a nerd, which makes our relationship even more lopsided. Sammy said good bye and went with her dad. My head was dizzy. “That's not going to missionary change. I never . . amateur .uh . . .” The gymnasium bleachers were filled with sons, and more than a few young mommy-sluts in training, with their mothers. Teresa was inexplicably reserved. Once more, I made the doggystyle trek upstream and then climbed the hill. “What about Melody?” I whimpered. “You’ll have to sit down to do anal that; your arms aren’t that long; but the will reach my tits.”