He moved toward me and held his hard cock next to mine. His was longer and thicker! "Do you think you can suck it?" he asked. I only nodded. "Your...first time? he asked.I nodded. "Don't worry! Joel will sleep until ten. We wore him out." Gently, Bill taught me how to suck cock. He taught me how to hold my head so that I wouldn't gag. He taught how to tantalize the head of his penis. He taught me to take him down to his pubes. He said that I was a quick learner. He said that I'd have. The stranger sniffed them before letting her place them in his mouth. He sucked on them as she worked them in and out of his mouth. She eased the door open a little more and bent over. She stuck her head through the door and he quickly moved closer. She took hold of his cock with her hand and slowly stroked it with the head in her mouth. He moaned as she slowly worked her way down the length of his shaft until she was taking every inch of his manhood with each stroke. As she sucked his dick her. Jean-Paul had checked in a few times on the boy. Engineers reported that he had accepted all new programming and was progressing quite well. The boy would be fully reprogrammed soon enough. The last time Jean-Paul looked at him, he was running on a treadmill, staring mindlessly forward at a hypnotic spiral before him. The previously skinny boy was beginning to have a more toned body that would get top dollar from a buyer. The endurance gained from athletic training would further raise that. Such conversations are a little frustrating for me. When people call each other, they converse in a way that is very different from being face to face. The information exchanged in phone calls is truncated, and banal, usually. You get caught up on things quickly, and then there's nothing left to say. Face to face is a different kind of thing, but Skype, even though it seems like a face to face interaction, is actually more like a phone call. At least that's my experience.In any case, pretty.