“I take it you missed me.”“All day, Master,” she purrs. Then she looks down at the bulge in his pants, knowing that his manhood is trying desp...rately to break free of its confines. “And it looks like you’re excited to see me.”“You don’t know,” the teenager murmurs as he pushes her back toward the bed. “You have no idea how much.” He lies on top of her naked form in between her legs.They kiss, tongue darting back and forth. His cock pulses, her pussy tingles. And Missy still needs to be. ?Well, Hydro has one comfort, they letme take the damn blindfold off. I?ve seen nothing since last night when I waslicking Master Plato?s toes. And Grant isn?t coming back for another week atleast!? Grant was Clarence?s Master, a gorgeous young ex-forward forthe Sonics. Jody hadn?t seen Grant since the first day, when the young blackman had kicked Grant into the Kennel. ?Take off your crap bitch!? Grant had screamed, and Clarencehad ripped off his Armani suit as fast as possible, before Grant. Becca elevated her legs as she waited for me to play with her twat. I stretched Becca's outer lips apart with my fingers as I prepared to satisfy her pink flesh with my mouth. Then I lowered my head, stuck out my tongue, and pressed it right up against her tasty pink flesh. She gasped as she felt my warm tongue stroke her snatch. I moved my tongue in a counterclockwise direction as I ate her out. As usual, Becca tasted delicious. Then I pressed my lips down onto Becca's sensitive pink lips. "Mrs. May, it's nine o'clock. The wake is over. Are you certain that you want the service tomorrow at the Baptist Church." I'm very certain," she almost barked at the funeral director. He must have inquired about this at least six times. He was hoping it could be held at the Catholic Church because it was easier getting the coffin. containing Charles remains, into and out of the Catholic one. Mr. Rooney didn't say anything but turned away disappointed that she didn't relent. The pallbearers.