She does her best to support my masculine pride." Oh! Dad! No one's a better man or father than you are. Steve pretty much told me that! He told me th...t mom and us girls may seem to run all over you, but if the chips are down, you wouldn't hesitate to straighten us out or protect us any way necessary. He sees your strength and he respects you. He told me that when I stupidly suggested that he was so big and tough he didn't have to worry about what you said. Not everyone can be as tall and. In one hand she carried a short harpoon with a wicked looking barbed point to it. It had evidently been used to some effect for in the same hand she carried four largish fish on length of cord passed through their gills. In her other hand she had one of the sacks she fashioned from old fishing nets. In it were two sizeable lobsters still alive. She’d been out shopping it seemed. Breakfast had arrived. She seemed to notice the sign I’d laid out on the beach. She looked at it for a few seconds as. Halfway down the 20 steps, they stood closer together and had no intention of letting me pass without talking to me.“So, who are you? We haven’t seen you around here. You just left James’ apartment, right?”, they asked me.“Yeah.”, I said.“Hey Jeff, check this guy out. I think he’s been sucking cock for James. Tell us, were you just sucking cock, boy?”, they asked.That’s when one of them reached over to me with a finger, wiped it across my cheek, and had a big glob of cum on his finger and put. It’s a long shallow dish that runs almost from one wall to the other on the floor between my legs. It is solid pink plastic. Its function is to catch any cum that I either miss with my mouth or that oozes out of my pussy. After hours and hours in the glory hole room, believe me, the trough can be very, very full. At the end of my shift, which is usually at 2 or 3 in the morning, I’m unchained and made to slurp up the impressive amount of cum that has accumulated in the trough, most of it having.