Coffee. He sat at his desk and waved toward the chairs in front of his desk.I handed him the completed work and tests from the end of chapters for his...second semester course, and then said, “I’m going to finish all my second semester work pretty soon and should finish with decent grades. I think everyone will be satisfied with my progress. My question is that should I be choosing a course of study since I’ll be beginning my third semester? You know that my education goal is to become a lawyer.. "Does that sound better?" Yes, Mom," she responded as I noticed her crawling down a bit."Oh, yes, Morgan, get your mom's nipples. You're quite the horny... female too, right?" Yes, Mom, just be good to your fiancé; she loves you, but has her own wants and needs." I'll do my best, Morgan."I listened to all that and pictured the loving mother/daughter action while I finally got to do Whitney from behind. Obviously, I wanted to make sweet love to her, but I wasn't getting greedy. I just let the. I lay back, thinking Jay would return the favor, even though receiving a blow job was rather unimportant. I was so turned on by the humiliation that I needed to get off.“Jay, don’t you dare touch that bitches’ tiny cock. Bitch, crawl over here and take off my clothes. And as you crawl over, say your name and what you are.”Looking right into the camera, “I’m Sam and I’m a faggot.” Getting so turned on by this.“No faggot, your full name and address.”I hesitated just a minute then realized I. I stopped abruptly when I realised where I was headed. My bed for the night was to be at Rob Crawshay’s lodgings in Haymarket. I retraced my steps to Whitehall, and then walked towards Charing Cross, my route taking me past Scotland Yard and Horse Guards, although I refrained from visiting either as I was tired after my travels, and since it was past four of a Saturday afternoon no one would be at either venue.Rob welcomed me warmly on my arrival at his lodgings.“You look much better than when.