It's either yes, or he"—I nodded gravely to my assistant, bothered by the fact that I didn't even know his name—"he puts a bullet through your hea.... Peggy's too ... You know what the facts are here. You knew it when you touched these animals for that first dime."Nothing at all, Mike was just staring at me as Peggy's hushed whimpering grew weaker."Yes or no," the big guy exploded, across the few feet that separated him from Mike so fast that I hadn't even caught the blur, one huge hand clamped. I went near her started looking deeply into her eyes. She came close to kiss me. In no time we our lips were locked and she was running her hands on my shorts and was rubbing my cock through my shorts. She slowly went down and sat on her knees. She pulled my shorts to my feet i was in my jockey with a tent in it. She started kissing my dick and biting it over the underwear and started teasing me.After two min of teasing she pulled it down to feet and my dick was pointing towards her like a gun.. She quickly joined in with Irene in saying all the special things that a boy needs to hear from his lovingly maternal and mature masturbatrices. Daphne was taking a turn sliding her hands from the base of his thick penis all the way over his red and swollen glans, slowly and efficiently repeating the hand-over-hand continuous downward stimulation to draw the boy ever so slowly to ejaculation. She said, "Keep your thighs nice and wide, dear so that your Aunt Irene can properly massage your full. We need to start, right now.” “Right now?” “Can you call in and get off work this afternoon?” “Yes, I can,” replied Liz, “But Brandon’s going to be at the courthouse.” “We don’t need him for the first step. Just you and me.” Liz looked baffled. “We need to get comfortable together, so that when we’re with Brandon it won’t be stiff and phony.” Liz reddened. “Are you talking about a lesbian thing? About girl-girl?” “Well,” said Alana, “not necessarily this afternoon. With Brandon, yes,.