I don’t give in, if anything I move faster. I want to taste your seed. Mmm, give it to me, Sir. Suddenly you move to stand right there on the bed. ...’m on my knees. I take you back in my throat. You twist my hair up into a nice grip, and start thrusting your cock into my mouth. I can taste your pre-cum, it’s filling my mouth quickly. Mmm, yes you’re so close. You have complete control of my mouth right now. The head of your cock bangs against the back of my throat, with one final thrust you. I looked up and the ceiling and saw what might have been my masterpiece; A high resolution, close-up photo of my swollen cock, precum drooling from it's tip was pasted above the entire room. I'd had to print it out in a series of A4 sheets and then assemble them again, but it was certainly worth it. She'd never be able to remove it, and it'd almost certainly show up under any paint she put over it. My massive goon-stick would be staring down at her as she slept for as long as she owned this. And after a battle, it was the custom of the time to leave the dead and dying where they fell, and the smell of the dead and the moans and blood of the dying would attract lions and hyenas, but mostly lions, to the feast on human flesh. Now, the lion may be the king of beasts but is not a picky eater and will eat whatever doesn’t eat him first. This gave the lions a taste for human flesh, and the Tsavo being a semi-arid region with very few of the savanna animals lions normally feed on, humans. ”“And that’s why I specifically picked the two of you tonight. Beth and I already know the dangers. Remember the night I masturbated and shot a hole in the water tower? The other thing to keep in mind is that you’re nowhere near your full strength now. Tomorrow evening and Wednesday, while Beth and I are gone, I want the two of you practicing all day. Safely, of course. Holding your breath, making it so you don’t have to breathe, easy things like those.”From where she’d been laying, rubbing but.