" Yes, Sir." First of all, give me a curtsy."Frank hesitated, but Mr. Walker just smiled."Go on, just grab the hem of your skirt and dip into a curtsy..."Frank did so, clumsily, drawing a chuckle from his boss. "No, no, Fifi,that won't do."For the next several minutes, Mr. Walker gave Frank pointers until,after about a dozen attempts, the young salesman executed what his bossconsidered an adequate curtsy, daintily holding his skirt with just twofingers, bringing his right foot behind his left and. I sure did not want to blow my cover. This time, Sir Jerlets, Sir Bornly's eldest son insisted on accompanying me. I could not get out of it, so I let him join me, but I did force the issue and take my own flying machine. I didn't want to chance being cut off from escaping if I needed it.My flier looked like a standard sort of civilian vehicle, and the Gatling gun was well hidden, so I was not worried about my passenger seeing it. Sir Jerlets climbed aboard with an array of weapons that left. He used to pull out but sometimes he would have one ejaculation before he managed to pull right out. I used to feel it hitting me inside. It was so good. I wanted to carry on with our cuckolding but I knew that in the end I had to let it go because it would have destroyed us socially.” Abe stepped closer and rested his hand on her shoulder, “I will do my best not to get her pregnant,” he said. I looked up at him standing there so menacing with his huge erection, “But you have done it before,”. “We are going to have fun,” he said.“Yes,” she said. “I insist on it!” and they laughed.It was clear to me as another Father’s Day passed in this year of Our Lord 2017, that the bunch of them, the Hardys, had gotten the message. Even the Longstreets had been more or less absent from my existence for these past few years. I did get visits from Tina now and again, and she never did miss a Father’s Day or my birthday; but it wasn’t what I’d hoped things would be like had I had my way.Tina and.