Once his c**k shrunk, I got up, pushed by Pedro, and ran to the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and gargled mouthwash, staring at myself in the mirror. Once again, I felt humiliated.
When I got out of the bathroom, Pedro was right there. His bedroom door was next to the bathroom. He was coaxing me to go into his bedroom with him. My v****a was still wet from all of what was going on. There was no hiding what had happened this evening now that Pedro watched me suck my dad's c**k. Even Jesus knew what was happening. I passively feigned that I didn't want to go into Pedro's room, hoping he wouldn't let me be. He ignored my subdued objections, pulling me into his bedroom. I was turned on by his unwillingness to care if I was OK with him bringing me into his room. I was not used to men who didn't
