Part of me felt bad that I was aroused. I was supposed to be, ‘working’ not horny.“Sir ... um ... may I um, like practice again what we did befo...e?” Berry asked, her cheeks reddening probably as much as her ass cheeks surely were.“Full sentences, Strawberry,”I said quietly, squeezing the cheek I was cupping.“I feel like I want to, um, you know ... not for me or anything. But, um ... could I like practice using my mouth on your dick again?” She finally managed, then hurriedly went on with, “I. She knew Bobby and Scott were probably going as crazy as she was. She began lifting her tits and letting them drop. The sound of her soft jugs slapping her chest excited her even more."Holy shit!" Bobby whispered hoarsely. "She's playin' with herself! Look at that, will ya?"Scott was looking, all right. His eyes were burning from going so long without blinking, and his cock was like a red-hot iron pipe in his sweaty fist. He was whacking it like crazy, and his balls ached, but he stopped. Blackstone's Commentaries on the Laws of Hell, it read, a foundational tome in his craft."The Right Reverend Burning Gates is suing Heaven under its resident Person-hood of His Serene Worshipfulness, the Ambassador Plenipotentiary the Archangel Jegudiel." Ah, ha! That is more like it." Sir Walter sat bolt upright and slammed his copy of the Commentaries down onto his desk with a bang. The impact set the spun glass tea-set on a nearby worktable ringing. "The drama of the judicial stage. To weave. I’ve no doubt that the rest of what he was going to say was “Some unfinished business,” but I saw no sense in standing around and talking while he worked himself up to fight. Fuck talking; you want to fight then get right to it. The first punch stunned him because he wasn’t ready for it and the next two had him on the ground holding his belly and gasping for breath. I’d always felt that once you had them down you should make damned sure they stayed down and normally my next move would be to.