But I have only loved you!"“I am not satisfied with your confession.”“No, Karajan, we must forget the past. Milena is dead...I want your cum in...my mouth.”Karajan punches through the wall above my head. The dust scatters on my face. The knuckles in his right fist are torn. “I want all the names. All the names you used.”“Beat me Karajan beat me!” “I’m not fucking around Jocasta. This is not a game. This is not a fucking game! Milena died. You trained her! You kitty programmed her you. H decided she wanted to get on, and nudging the lad pushed a sealed pack of needles into his hand.“Now me laddo, let`s start from basics, never use an old needle unless its fresh boiled, always wash your hands or use one of the anti bac wipes, and clean the area your working on scrupulously,” she thrust a pack of wipes into his hand, nodded at mothers tits and muttered “go on then” and he put down the needle pack and wiped first his own paws then gently lifting his mother`s breasts wiped first. "There," she said, pointing to the large red button.Tina pressed it without hesitation. There was a roar from inside the incinerator and the reading on the thermometer rose like a rocket. There was a whine as the air compressors kicked in, and the temperature leapt upward yet again. After about three minutes, the compressors cut off and the noise subsided."Are you sure that did it?" Tina asked."Honey," Margaret laughed, "that DVD ceased to exist about two seconds after you hit that red button.. When Richie’s orgasm was finally over, his little body went limp. Alice, on the other hand was still trembling, both from what she had just done to her son and the strong feeling of arousal in her own body. As she held her son’s softening penis in her hand, she thought she’d feel guilt or shame… but she didn’t. All she felt was love and protection for her sweet boy. She was glad she could take away her son’s frustration, and felt no remorse for using any means necessary to do so.Once her.