” mom admitted. “And fed, don’t forget fed.”“Thanks.” I repeated. “I mean, even if I understand things better this year, that’s comple...ely thanks to Nicole. She’s really opened me up this year, and made me see things I couldn’t.”“Yes, I can understand that.” mom nodded, sitting down next to me. “Stoners don’t have the best reputation, but they definitely are known for their unique perspectives.”I tried my best to stifle my laugh. “She’s definitely unique.”“So where does your friendship with her. She gave me a few strokes, then her lips were warm and wet as she engulfed me. I groaned, closing my eyes. I really needed to thank this Mark fellow; this was the best thing that's ever happened to me. Monica swirled her tongue around my cock, her hands gently cupping my balls."Suck me, slut!" I groaned. "You filthy whore! Pleasure me with your mouth!"I glanced down, and saw my wife's eyes shining with lust as she sucked harder; my very own slave-wife. This Mark was a fucking saint! Feeling. But Gill wasn’t really listening; she had so much running through her head.Sir Michael watched Gill and Jimmy disappear through the door and down the corridor before turning to Gertie.“Well, I think that went quite well, ma’am, all things considered. She seems a sweet girl.”“She is Michael. Anyway, when we are here, even on our own, why don’t you call me Gertie like you do when you’re my guest, be it in London or Derbyshire?”“Because here you are in my environment and my rules apply, I can’t. I showed them the collages. Eddie album cover. The poster for the Chicago show. I’m sure they have a steady designer for the cover, but I guess it proved how strong they looked put together like that. I swear Jann had a hard on and I’m pretty sure it wasn’t me.” She laughed along with the men.“You gave them Caroline’s number?” Joe asked.“Of course. I told them about the photos, and I think they expected my boyfriend’s. Like the one NME just published. He’s talented, but not in Caroline’s.