Now for the girls to activate protocols fifty-three and fifty-two as these leave them like Steve but include a little kicker about sex; if they ever v...luntarily have sex with someone they can never refuse them after that.Protocol fifty-one is a basic command to stand still and await further instructions. I gave them all that because I wanted to hold off giving individual instructions until after I knew what was happening here. The original brainwashing instructions had only thirty-two protocols. But don’t stop yet.” I said.“I can’t hold it, mom.” He said.“Then pull it out now, don’t shoot it inside me.” I ordered.He pulled out and shot his load on the kitchen floor. I was tired from the excitement I leaned over on the counter to rest and gasped for air. But I wasn’t satisfied yet. He lay on the floor on his back. My son was so strong like other young boys, because his dick just recovered and was hard again pointing right up the ceiling.I couldn’t think of anything else but to jump on. And then we cut to the door of the room... The door opens and a huge St Bernard enters, looking around – his ears and head rising when he sees that there is a woman already in position and waiting for him ... He’s already off his leash and free to move as he pleases, so he heads straight to her – his big head behind her arse, nose snout between her thighs, his big tongue slopped up the gap to her pussy.As soon as his cold nose is jammed up against the crack of her arse-cheeks, and his wide. He enjoyed thinking that this was what happened at their sleepovers... His boxers strained against his erection. His t-shirt hung loosely across his body. An old ‘Sex Pistols’ top from his younger days. A light went on over the road; Claire was home. The smile on her face told him she’d had a good day. Very good – she started taking off her clothes right in front of the mirror. She’d forgotten the curtains again. Dave’s hand slid into his boxers, gently running his fingers across his testicles..