Our eyes never leaving each other, I opened my mouth again (as wide as I could) and slowly he pushed forward. Methodical hip movement began and slow...y I took him in my mouth. As I sat there, Jim adjusted and carefully straddled my face. Hovering over me, my head tilted back, I could feel his cock swelling in my mouth. Sweat began pouring from his body and his muscles tensed when I reached up and held his balls for the first time. Noticing that I was having trouble breathing he removed. There were times when she surprised herself! But the Professor, she noticed, was not amused. Just what did she have to do in order to make this cold fish smile?If she had known that the Professor had high hopes of selling his products for a huge sum to the FBI, CIA and other regiments in the Armies of Righteousness, she would have seen that her little joke might not have seemed too funny. The thought that some collection of neocon religious nuts might one day be using the machine to turn. “Shit, you stole half my last one! What makes you think you deserve another after that stunt?” he teased back. “Oh what the hell. Throw the cat another goldfish” and he poured her one, too. He’d have to watch that, as his daughter was starting to squeeze more and more drinks out of him. But she was responsible about it, not drinking enough to get more than relaxed, and she usually only drank about half of what he gave her anyway. Returning to the living room, Ryan noted that Patty had dimmed. The slave girl, Mina I've started calling her, opens my cage and shuffles in to kneel, offering a piece of bread and a cup of water to me. I eat the meager meal and whisper my thanks, I know she understands the sentiment at least. She nods to me and begins her daily cleaning of my cage with a rag filthier than the torn "clothes" she's been allowed wear.While she cleans, Mina talks to me, her voice a consistent flow of pretty gibberish. I can't understand much that she says, but it's still nice.