”“You’d probably enjoy it, and if I did that to Cunnie she’d panic,” I said softly as I walked over to the replicator. “No, I just need a ...et warm washcloth for now.”“You are so domestic and caring,” Ashley said playfully.“Is there anything wrong with that?” I asked as I picked up a bowl of warm water and a soft washcloth that had appeared in the replicator opening.“No,” Constance said. “And did I hear you call me Cunnie?”“I’m sorry, I should not have done that,” I said.“Why? I suggested it,”. " My feet aren't on your desk. My legs are. I made sure my shoes didn't touch your desk. And besides, you put your feet on your desk all the time." Well, the key word there is 'your, ' as in my desk. Now move your butt so I can sit down."Dodson chuckled and got up to sit in a chair on the other side of the desk as Harris took back his seat, the joking conversation typical of the two. Doctor Harris looked over at his friend, "So, have you found out anything about our Mr. Wilson?"Dodson hesitated. I’m an old man.”“My son is an old man,” Reverend Leroy Jones said looking down at his twisted hands. His arthritis made getting through the day a painful ordeal. The hands were bad enough, but his back made walking around very difficult. He sighed and said, “I’m nearing ninety years old. I’m ready for the end.”“This broken body of mine is barely holding together,” the Imam said.“We don’t sound much like holy men, do we?” the Reverend asked with a snort of laughter.“I thought I knew what a holy. ' Seth commanded as he pulled out. The dom walked to his bag, grabbed a buttplug and inserted it into the ass of his slave. Just as Seth was about to allow his slave to get dressed in shirt and pants, he noticed drops of cum on the ground. 'Lick it up.' The other man went to his knees and started licking the floor. meanwhile Seth took this chance to smack the ass of his slave a couple of times.When the other man was done and dressed, they left the house as they had a couple of places to go..