Well ... I do ... but. So when The Powers that Be showed up after the refit and I was pretty far along ... well ... Seven. Yeah ... her ... that Seven...... the predictor of my condition ... grinned and opened her mouth.“Shut it! Wretch!” I said. She opened up again. “Don’t say it.”Seven and her minions disincorporated. Slightly disgusting ... I’m more at ease than I used to be. I only gagged once ... probably because I wasn’t ready. The Powers that Be don’t give a warning ... they’re just .... Perhaps it would have been more valuable today for Sandrine to have taught him the words in French, the real ones, for “cock,” “pussy,” “fuck,” and the like, but that would come later.Despite his anticipation, signaled as on previous occasions by the persistent iron bar in his pants, a lump visible to those who might take an interest—and it was clear both women had taken an interest—Roger made his best effort to follow the lesson today. Inexplicably to him, it concerned food and the kitchen and. If you would like to stop by some time, you can go through them or you can pick them up and drop them back later. Either way would be fine. I 'm sure you'll get them dealt with in time for whatever deadlines the Chancellor wishes us to meet."George was disappointed by the mundane nature of Erica's call. Although he was on his knees dreaming of serving her, discussing tax forms wasn't what Erica's voice encouraged him to think of. Even so, it was, of course, what he was supposed to be doing for. He was home and asleep on his bed. He was naked laying on his back. He had his cock in his hand and it was fully erect. That large head was exposed and dark like Roy’s but ajay’ was flatter and wider. Kind of like an old Army helmet. I stood there gazing at my son lovely cock and wishing I had that cock in me. I was so horny I was sick with desire and need.I wanted to bend over taking his cock in my mouth. I wanted to show my son how good his mother was at making a cock cum with her mouth. I.