“Good afternoon, Mr. Morrison. My name is Brooks Watson and I work for the President.”He paused to make sure that I was properly impressed. To mak... him feel important, I rose, gave him my chair, and hopped up on a crate of freeze-dried food to hear him out. If he knew I had appointed Hawk to the Vice Presidency, before I conveniently died so he could ascend to the throne, he might not have tried to act so superior. Rather than rush him, I waited for Mr. Watson to continue. He hesitated another. I suddenly turned to Jennie and asked her outright whether she was fucking her dad. She gave me a half-smile and then nodded.We all live in a small Cornish village. Our fathers used to work together down the local tin mine, but they’re all closed now. In fact, the whole industry is closed for business – so to speak. Instead of blowing up rocks, my Dad puts them together; he builds walls, not a lucrative job by any means, but it brings in the money and my step mum helps as well.I know that. Suddenly he felt his nose being pinched closed and, as he gasped forair, a ball gag was inserted and secured behind his head. "Less noisenow, I do not appreciate being told what to do by someone in yourposition. I will return when I am ready."Luke didn't know how long it was before he was woken by the lightscoming on and the gag being removed. He had struggled to stop droolingworrying that it may land on the dress and the fruit juice would stainit. He was actually grateful when another bottle. I used his own cum to continue jerking him until he reached up and stopped my hand. Grabbing our green towel from the bed I began wiping off my hand I could tell from the stiffness that was starting to form we were depositing a large amounts of cum on it. I handed it to him so he could clean himself. "Your turn" he said. I laid down on my back as he knelt next to me. He firmly took my hard cock in his hand like it belonged to him and started stroking me. I was just starting to enjoy the.