? While this would be hugelyenjoyable it would prohibitively expensive ? all sort of regulations to befulfilled.? Private tortures onpussy-boys and cu...ts were not encouraged ? mainly because it was considered toomuch of a distraction from work ? government was concerned that men woulddevote themselves solely, day after day, to causing cunts agony, and this wouldlead to unbridled absenteeism.? Industryhad to continue, the country had to be administered, food produced ? couldn?thave all the. .. Massachusetts?"Holly shook her head, "no, not even close. The Cambridge is the M1 emergency fallback headquarters. When the worst shit is imminent, the call gets made to get the best of the best to the Cambridge." So where is it?" Right now ... umm..." she closed her eyes a moment, "actually ... not too damn far at all." Enough dodging, Holly. Where is this place?" The Cambridge is not a place, it's a nuclear submarine we acquired and upgraded about six years ago. It never docks, constantly. He was on the verge of saying something but then looked straight at me dead eyes.There I was, his father, completely naked dripping sweat with a married man's cock deep inside me. My legs were open, I was rock hard, he saw everything. I felt the weight of my balls hanging down, I could feel my dick pulsing, my heart was racing, then it happened. Before I could react, I started cumming. Staring straight at my son I sprayed probably 5 thick loads a good 3-5 feet out on the carpet. As I was still. For some reason, the memory of pulling up to the house and seeing where she was parked flashed through my head. With it came a shadow of the irritation I had felt in that moment. It galvanized me.She whimpered when I pinched one of her nipples. I twisted it and let the line rip. “You want me to fuck that cunt don’t you?”Still kissing my cock, she answered, “Yes. I want your big cock in my dirty little cunt. It’s so wet.”I saw her hand slip between her legs, and let go of her nipple to grab.