OK, AI, can you hear me, and what do I call you?Yes, Master, I can hear you loud and clear. You may call me anything you wish. I currently do not have...a name.Two things, you will stop calling me "Master." Use "Ham," instead, since that is what my friends call me. You know, you have a feminine air about you, so I am going to call you "Honeybunch," unless you object.Oh, Ham, you are such a dear to give me that cute name. I'll try to live up to it.My training was intense, but not rushed. These. After getting stroked for a few minutes I'm wet with precum and Bob can't hold off any longer. He leans down and begins to lap at me, kissing my head and glans, running his tongue along the base of my shaft. He wraps his lips around my head and slowly moves them across my glans. He slides those soft lips down my shaft, but he can't go too far because of the angle he's leaning at. He comes up for air and complains "I can't give you the sucking that I usually do baby, it's too hard from my seat.". "Ma, You and Winnie were married in the church and the same for Abby and Roger Whittaker. One ended sad for you and the other ended glad for her. This one will be different and I have faith will last forever." There was mist in Ma's eyes and she quickly turned away.Jim Backus had enough to drink and was quite happy. Our ceremony went off without a hitch. Just after he directed me to kiss the bride, he declared, "Folks, they make a nice couple don't they. Say, isn't there any one else here that. I fancied you, when I first saw you, but you would barely speak to me. I was young and stupid, and I took the easy road with Birte. What a mess!" You fancied me?" Of course! You were so pretty, it made my heart stop!" He stopped and looked at her. "Hildburg, we did not have a chance, back then. Think of it! Would your father have allowed me to court you? Me, an uncouth landsknecht? The third son of a freeholder peasant? Never!"Hildburg looked dismayed."Of course, you're right. It was.