Over several days I had dreams that reinforced the one before. I refused to let them have any purchase on my mind and quickly dismissed the idle chatt...r that I was hearing from that voice.Then the devil’s voice told me that my son would succumb. He’d fuck her.That made me sit up at night and try and force myself to remember what the dreams were about before they faded into a distant haze. I knew who the dreams were incriminating and I didn’t like it one bit.One night I had the most vivid dream. His chamber had a big glass wall, a big wooden vinegar table-big enough to accommodate 8 people in one row comfortable and was slightly curved, had a black thick glass top which had few files and a well-ornamented own stand, and yes the room was again interred 8n gloomy colors. He asked me to sit under the table and he says on the chair and called for the meeting with his colleagues.He instructed me to give his 8″ junior blowjob till the meeting continues and in case he has his orgasms I must. “I usually make women buy me a nice lobster dinner before I jump on carnival rides with them, but I’ll make an exception this time” I joked as we walked to the gate. With a laugh she turned to me and gave me a look that sent chills down my spine and fire into my blood. It wasn’t a large Ferris wheel. The seats were narrow, and there wasn’t any room between us in it, not that I minded that. As we sat and waited to move, our legs touching, I could tell she wasn’t trying to create any space. Vicky's house was small but nice, big enough for one independent spirit like herself, she told me on the way up to her house that her father left an acre of his land to her before he passed away. A little shotgun house pretty good sized room and a nice closed off bed room, "Well here it is, it's not much but it's quiet." I looked around and observed the front room I finally turned my attention to her, "That's surprising, with that funky ass attitude of yours I'd figure it be party central." She.