I kiss you with writhing passion as your hands roam my chest and find my nipples, twisting them as we kiss. “Take off my pants,” I order you. Slow...y, without hesitation you do so, kneeling as your lower them. Your mouth quivers at the site of my magnificent pole with much want for me to use it on you. You grab it, ready to stroke, when I stop you. “Go to the bed.” Whimpering, you say, “Yes, master." You crawl to the bed slowly and seductively. Your plump ass bouncing in the air as you stride. After a while, I couldn't last much longer. "Ahh… I'm going to cum soon." I gasped."I am too. I want you to come inside. I've always wanted a kid, but Mark never wanted one. Please just cum inside. Please." She groaned in longing. All I wanted to do was make her wish come true. All I wanted was to fuck her so hard, that her cervix would part to let me in, so all of me could be in all of her. Maybe I could do that. Maybe if I just sent a command to her subconscious to expand her cervix, maybe I. ”“I bet he runs in the pack so he can watch the asses of the guys in front.”“Don’t bend down in the shower afterwards.”I was still mildly annoyed that Eugenie Butler-Walker hadn’t stood up for me, and the continuous stream of taunts wound me up even further. They hurt even more because running in the pack was my normal strategy. I resolved to try to get ahead of the pack so nobody could accuse me of watching their asses.Taking his captain’s role seriously, Corwin Baylee herded us outside after. Once the plug was activated Grant's milking procedurewould be by remote control and hands free which delighted Editha,especially now out in public where Grant would just have to sit andendure his latest milking to it's greatest effect. And there he sat,under Editha's total control.And under the expensive tuxedo, beyond the ladies black flat pumps, theladies side zip tuxedo slacks and beyond all the other feminine toucheswere what Editha considered proper under things. Grant had of coursebeen.