After the few weeks that she'd been doing this, she learned that the quickest way to get me to cum was to suck in her cheeks and wrap her tight throat...around the tip of the cock.And she'd gotten really good at it. I rested my hands on the back of her head and let her pleasure me. I loved hearing her gag every time she buried my cock as deep into her throat as she could. She also used her tongue, flicking it back and forth along the bottom of my cock. I started thrusting with my hips in an. ‘How did you do it?’ Joyce asked, calm, levelly. She watched as the faintest hint of a smile crept across his lips. ‘How did I do what?’ Greg asked, eyebrows raising, cocking his head, and feigning innocence at her directness. ‘Do I have to say it? I know you made it happen. I want to know how.’ She replied, studying him, the set of his jaw, his relaxed demeanor. Earlier in the day she had gone over his proposals again, fine tuning a few things, but passing it on with her approval. She. Sandra was still there, and as I walked in and collapsedinto a chair, she came over and sat beside me, taking my hands in hers."Cathy, how are you holding up? This has been very difficult foryou...for all of us, and you've shown a lot of strength, but I'm veryworried about you. You look very pale and weak. Are you alright?" Yes, Sandra. I'm okay for now. I talked with Sara awhile ago and toedoctors told me that she hasn't much of a chance at survival at all.Even Sara believes she's going to. A few hours later she and Etta along with their small amount of luggage were helped into a small boat, the men rowed the boat fluidly through the current towards the beach. Standing on the beach as they neared was Jaime, in her mind she had no problems using his given name. Her heart pounded harder at the site of him with out his linen shirt, his skin glistening with sweat from hard work, his breeches rolled to the knees, and his boots cast aside his bare muscular legs showing. She couldn’t.