"No, Sir Mordecai," she said with the bored indifference of someonedoing a job. "Been here a couple of years now. Your wife brought meon. Said she ...iked my sweet cakes."Mordecai winced slightly at the mention of his wife."That's Lord Sanguine," he said, gently correcting the girl."Excuse me, Sir Mordecai?" she asked."Lord Sanguine, you called me Sir Mordecai," he said."Oh," the girl said with a puzzled look on her face. "I thought KingEric only knighted you when you married his daughter.". I will swallow every drop of his sperm, I will lick him clean and I will suck him until he is hard again at which time I will climb into bed with him and spend the next hour or so trying to fuck his brains out. When I have totally satisfied him he will dress and I will walk him down to the front door where he will ask if he can see me again soon. I will smile and tell him that my pussy is his whenever he wants it and I will kiss him goodbye. The door will be barely closed behind him and I will. Suddenly, it got wrenched to one side and I braced myself for what came next. I heard the guy behind me undoing his pants and they fell to the floor. A strong hand slapped my butt firmly enough to sting and then I felt the firm round head of his hard black cock pushing against my labia, sliding up and down. My butt cheeks were parted by his strong hands and the head of his cock was pushed in with a little force but he wasn't rough, just firm and confident in his action. He started sliding in. She held him and maintained the smile.“I’m sorry for all this, Colin. All of it. He’s been a different person since you came into Connie’s life. I’m almost sure it’s the money thing and thinking you should be helping him by bailing him out.”“Nancy, he never asked. No one did.”“Connie, four years ago, when he was talking about it, told him not to. She told him under no uncertain terms that his failings were not Colin Cranston’s problem, and he was not to ask you for money. If you found an issue.