”“Alright. If we must,” Becky gasped but her response wasscripted. She stared at her mother. Jason and Jenniferwere listening upstai...s. David’s blue eyes were lasersburning into Christen. It was the moment of truth. What choice did Christen have?No mother would have her daughter imprisoned if shecould prevent it. The conspirators had planned it toleave her no choice. But, Christen Eagletown subconsciously had been making choicesof her own. What the conspirators did not. She held me there, licking on the underside of my shaft. I could feel her warm breath on my groin as her tongue moved, making love to my cock. Deciding it was time, she appeared to tense up and push more of me into her mouth. It felt so good and tight way in the back, like every part of my cock was being caressed and held tightly, but with slow movements in and out. I could almost feel more pre-seminal fluids gushing out of the tip, way in the back of her mouth. She kept her head there for what. By the way, I don't believe I have your name? We may as well get acquainted." "Jason," replied a rather bemused Jason, "Jason McCroft." Mr. Dodds beamed at him. "Jason. An adventurers' name." He pointed to the doorway and said, "Well, lets go upstairs Jason, you look like you could use a drink and some rest." He chuckled. "You know, I think Mandy gets more ingenious with every year- that silicone rubber thingummy is really quite clever, I'd love to see Mandy in it. Of course, she stole the. .. Since my earliest days, I have had the ability to place myself where I wish to be. If I were ill, I would close me eyes and imagine more pleasant sensations, like lying on the beach and listening to the waves crash on the shore. When my husband was suffering with the worst of his cancer and even the morphine wasn't helping much, I would take him on a mental journey with me to our cabin retreat. I would help him to hear the water splashing across the stones, the birds calling, the wind.