“No?” he returned.“It's your,” he struggled to speak, the combined senses of her uncle's touch and the sheer wrongness of the situation was to... much to handle. “It's your cock. It's so big, and the smell makes me dizzy.”“So that's it?”“Yes! Don't stop. I fucking hate your guts, but I can't stop thinking of your huge cock.”Her uncle didn't answer, unless you count thoroughly rolling his tongue inside the lips of her pussy a reply.“Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I can't be cumming this fast!” Cindy yelped. That's just my 'special' spot." Oh I see. Well I can avoid that spot if you'd like?" Hell no! Who doesn't want their 'special' spot touched?"At this point she has both hands placed next to her head, one elbow tucked into her side, and the other elbow out to the side, giving me a view and some access to her boob. I am stood at her head, my crotch at the same level as her head, and her cock has grown hard. I start massaging long strokes down her back. Brushing over the top of her arse as it reach. This made it much handier than having to find opportunities and places to indulge our carnal pleasures. But, this was going to be a long dull summer. Alice had left to spend the summer between semesters with her parents, who live in Toronto. I was going to remain in Montreal. We had both finished our second year at McGill and between terms, I would have to work in Montreal. Alice was an eighteen-year-old blond beauty, easily one of the most sought after girls on campus. I considered myself. Do you understand?”“Yes, but I was only doing my job.”“No, Mistress Collins. You job is to aid us after we have established contact with the survivors and after we have evaluated the situation. If the survivors are peaceful, then you can help them. If there is a problem and I think negotiation will help, I will call you forward and allow you to negotiate with the survivors from a safe location. There was no immediate problem and I needed to assess the local area, so I did not request your.