Okay, baby?" I gave Andre's neck a long kiss. "I know you can helppoor Johnny learn not to throw tantrums, right? By the way, he thinks all artistsare...wimpy fags." Andre's eyes gleamed, and I knew I'd hit a nerve. So I finishedmy blowjob, and I don't doubt that Andre was blessedly unaware of who wouldbe blowing him next…a girlfriend, perhaps? But he was quite happy. Isucked him off like I'd learned from Mickey Tattaglia in the alley near 120 th andAmsterdam back in 1988. So after Andre came. “Yes, Master!” all three of them chanted quickly and in unison now.“Stacey, Simon Says that you’re to address Ellie as ‘honey,’ ‘babe,’ ‘sweetie,’ and similar, as will I, since she is to be my bride. Simon Says that both of you must address Trish the same way, as will I, as she is to be my sister-in-law. Ellie and Trish are kith and kin now, members of the House of Flanagan.“All of us will take the Flanagan name, too, making you three officially Mrs. Flanagan in the future. That’s fitting,. "Yes, when they look and sound as great as you do," he admitted.At that point, Ariel stood up and up and slowly parted the lower portion of her nightie to reveal a tiny shiny black panty. As she ran her fingers over the delicate embroidery at the waistband Zak became harder. "You like? It a thong and they are buttery soft," she said in a breathy whisper."I'll bet," was all he could say."So tell me, are your parents sound sleepers?" she asked as she took her seat."Very. Why do you ask?" Zak. The tears that had nearly stopped now came freely down his face as he obediently offered up his bottom to his mistress. With awful and calculated precision, the cane came to tap the same line as the previous stroke and he gripped onto the handles of the trestle with greater effort.Once more, there was that moment in which the cane no longer tapped him, nor whistled in descent. In it, Jonathan's breath stopped and his heart thudded slowly but loudly in his aching chest. Tensing his muscles.