I spent the next half hour in the closet, pulling clothes out, holding them against one another, keeping some, and putting the rest back. I had it in ...y mind that I wanted two sets of outfits, with a little room to improvise, depending on my mood.First, I wanted a cute, sexy, college girl outfit in case I got drunk enough to leave the party pad. I knew that was a possibility, and it excited me. For that, I had a few very short skirts, some tight blouses, knee-high socks, and my eighty-dollar. I had decided no stairs on my level. My bedroom had an emergency escape gate under the bed, and there was one hidden in the office as well, but how many people have a 10 billion dollar gate as the entrance to their private space?There was a staircase between the first and second floor. The second floor held the security office, worker rooms, and temporary guest quarters. The central space had four 8 foot gates. One to the basement with my lab, one to the third floor, one to the fourth floor,. “Clint!” I gasped. “You stud! Goddamn, I love you!”He popped his mouth off my nipple and kissed me. He thrust his tongue into my mouth, tasting sweet with my breast milk. I reveled in the flavor. I kissed him hard. My tongue darted with his, sharing that wonderful bliss.God, I loved my brother. I wouldn't let anything mess this up. I savored his attention. His love. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Pam HiragawaClint broke his kiss with Melody, his three digits plundering my cunt. I was so close to. Leaning forward of him, she command him to spit into her hand. Complying as best he could still distracted from the sensations emitting from his balls, he couldn't predict his Mistress's motives. She moved down his body once more and took his cock in her hand and stroked his hard and beating shaft, now lubricated with his own spit. Fighting his primal urges, he embraced the Mistress's touch wanting to enjoy it but not allowing himself to go to far.Pleased with the pup's self control, she.