I feel your hand tighten in my hair. Good, you're enjoying this. My free hand works it way up your thigh before spreading across your balls. I cup the..., squeezing them as I continue taking your cock in and out of my mouth. I palm your sack and slide two slender fingers around, pressing on the spot right behind them. Your cock spurts, one shot, straight to the back of my throat. That's all you give me. It intensifies the want I have to milk your cock, taking everything I can. I continue sucking. In spite of that, Patty didn’t press him. She Saran-wrapped her plate and left it on stove (because she had only been pushing the food around on her plate anyway), and prepared to drive Angie across town.Twenty minutes later, Patty was finally ready to drive Angie to North Cambridge. She had to send Angie back inside twice, the latter time sending her with the threat of choosing her clothing for her (“You are not a cow showing off your udders, young lady – you cover yourself!”) As they drove,. He tried to turn away from me, but I had a firm grip on his hands. I could see the pain in his eyes that I had caused him. He would never admit it, but I had a feeling he was struggling desperately to keep from crying, I had hurt him that badly. Knowing that I had to do something to tear down that barrier that had come between us, I cupped his face in my hands and forced him to look at me. “Jason, I’m terribly sorry that I have hurt you and that I doubted you for a little while. When that. The servant girl, whose name I would find out was Jane, crawled between my legs. Hannah to my surprise reached between my legs and started to massage my balls and cock. Jane at the same time started to suck and lick my balls. Hannah was explaining something to Sarah, what I could not concentrate enough to say what was being said. Hannah’s expert hand and Jane’s tongue proved to be too much as I exploded a load of cum spraying myself, Hannah and my sister. “Jane” commanded Hannah “clean that.