"His gorgeous fat tool plopped out of his pants and dangled like a side of beef right in front of my face. He sure didn't lie in his email about being...hung. This was my lucky day and as an emerging size queen, I'd hit the jackpot tonight. My mouth was literally salivating, and my dick was soaking my panties with precum.Lifting up his heavy dick, he pulled his balls free of his jeans. "Start slow faggot, and lick my balls."Every time he called me "faggot" it was like an electric shock through my. Well..." Is not so keen..." Dulcie supplied."That's one way to put it," the Archdeacon agreed, "particularly if you're given to understatement." However, Arthur Glover is working on him..." the Bishop added."May I think about this?" Dulcie asked, quietly. "I hadn't really thought about the future. I never really thought of having a Curacy of my own." Certainly, Dulcie. You may want to talk to the Church Council yourself." That's one thing I was thinking of," she said.Perhaps a few words of. But I contained myself. I finished my cup of tea and headed towards my room. Before entering, I looked back and found that auntie was speaking to mom in a low voice. I could see mom blush. I went into my room, brushed my teeth, shaved and had a bath. As already instructed by auntie, I came out of the bathroom, bear chest, with only my shorts on. I saw that auntie and mom were already in the room, sitting on my bed. I could not decide how to go further. But auntie took the lead. She stood up and. She’s really not ready for the advanced training yet even though for whatever reason, she’s trying to make me believe she is. She can’t even get the basics right. I just didn’t want to muddy the waters with correcting her for that while trying to understand why she’d want Mule as a handler instead of, say, you.”“I’m really sorry, ma’am,” Berry chimed in.“Be quiet Berry!” I snarled. “You’re not helping your case right now. To respond to your statement about me changing the rules, you did NOT.