The practicedcircling of her tongue brought it to life, and soon she was sucking it withsmooth, quick thrusts, exactly as I'd taught her. Still, I cou...dn't resistoffering a bit of encouragement: "Hurry the fuck up, cocksucker, I toldyou I'm busy!" There was a muffled apology from Julie, her mouth filled with my cock. Thesucking continued, and I relaxed, enjoying the sensations. After several minutesI place my hand on the back of her head and pulled her face toward me. Shestopped sucking, aware. ”Confused I said. “What Mrs Jenkins?”“Have you had something to eat? Because I am famished, if you would like to join me, there is a lovely family owned Greek restaurant just down the street? We can have a meal, and I can tell you about your father and sister. And please do not call me Mrs Jenkins, call me Melissa.”That is what we did. We had something to eat, then with our dessert and coffee, Melissa told me everything I needed to know about my family.“I met your dad ten years ago. He walked. This sooda could have many male wives. They did the same thing as a female family would do. The individual funt would care for any child to come from the vats, and serve all the needs of his husband. The only thing Jim found particularly bad, was the custom of breaking off the cartilage that formed the phallus of each of the wives. It was a sort of wedding ring, given to the head of the family, from the funt to show his subservient position. When the organ was removed, the ligaments destroyed. Martin had said. Go and fetch a springy plastic ruler,” she instructed. Mike returned from the house, his cock still swinging from side to side as he walked. He handed over the ruler. Mrs. Scott said, “Lie down on your back on the table, Mike. We're not going to hurt you, it’s only a springy ruler, but it might make you think twice before pointing that thing at your elders.” He climbed up and lay on the table; his erection, throbbing slightly pointed up and chest-ward. Mrs. Scott took the.