Put it to your lips, suck, suck you slut take it into your throat. DONT GAG ON IT, the sound disgusts me, as do you. Put it in front of the webcam on ...he desk..... Now lower your mouth onto it, come on! HARDER!.... Now freeze. Don't move a muscle." The poor girl was choking, tears mixed with the copious amounts of drool which poured from her lips. She daren't move, frozen to the spot with fear as her Master knew she would be.With her head down she couldn't see the screen anymore. It was black. So I just said ‘I’m so glad to see you’ and blew my nose. ‘Allergies?’ ‘Every time I see you.’ She squeezed my hand and guided me to the car. I promptly fell asleep in mid-sentence. I don’t know if it was her sentence or mine, but it didn’t matter. We got home and I got to do something I’d been dreaming about for days: sleep. I tossed my clothes in the hamper and all cares aside for the next 13 hours. When I awoke it was 11:30 am Thursday. The house was quiet. Claire was at work and wouldn’t. Finally, he checked on the progress with the construction of new Broadswords.The news was mixed. Most of the weapons had been completed and were in the process of being mounted on the specialised platforms that had been created for them. The installation of the batteries on the moon was almost finished and one Broadsword was ready for launching. Another Broadsword would be ready within three days."It's amazing what you can do with droids and drones," he thought to himself.He knew it still. ‘The beer’s quite good anyway.’ Joe didn’t mind, his daydreams were his alone. He often wondered what it would be like to spend the night with Polly, and to have her special smile directed at you alone – he especially loved her brown eyes. When she smiled at him while she took his order there were little creases in the corners of her eyes that did something half nice, half uncomfortable to his heart – but then, she was ten, maybe fifteen years his junior, and he didn’t even dare to put his.