Lavinia looked down at our son. “Nothing will stop you from being King. Holy Mother Slata will answer my prayers and protect my son's birthright.”... sat down on the bed and watched my son nurse. My wife was right. Fireeyes had failed. He had been too direct. Subtly was required. A quiet knife slipped into Angela's back while she recovered from the changeling's skill in bed.Simple and elegant. No one would take the throne away from my son, not even the High King's. Then I discovered in your little, sick and twisted diary and what you put that poor girl through in London." Tom flopped onto the chair, shaking his head."At first I thought she was some cheap whore making you money, so I thought maybe you were fucking her too," she said. "So, I dropped by early this morning, and what did I find?" You seen us?" he replied."Not only did I see you, I heard you. I heard every word, Tom." She said."I didn't sleep with her, Sandra," he grovelled. "I haven't slept. I slowly drop to my knees, suck on his nipples a little and then pull his pants down. He is also erect. I swallow his cock head and begin to work it. I now have gotten accustom to his size (9” long and 5.5” circumference – yes, we measured our cocks – mine was 6” and 6.5”, both cut) and just love the taste of his pre-cum while sucking his big purple head. I eventually pull his pants completely off but continue to suck on him with my right hand gently working him. I got a gag reflect and could. They were seated around the conference table planning the procurement and production schedule for the first new military spacecraft in over 75 years. The seats were filled with senior engineers, Xerba, Joyda of the Khan, and Torrin, who sat at the head of the table as chair. Torrin ran the meeting because the topic was procurement and building. Ferro found letting go of complete control of his babies was hard, but he was learning to live the changes.Missing from the conference was General.