She reached down and grabbed my balls and begin to knead them slowly in one hand. As she did she moved to my side and whispered into my ear, "You like...that, baby? You like doing as you are told?" I nodded yes "You like it when Mistress whips you?" I nodded again. Her tongue went slowly into my ear and danced around. I felt a convulsion in my balls and almost came right there.She pulled away from my ear and whispered again, "Now my little slut. I want you to suck my cock. I want to see you lick. She was a hot chick but not his type. He also felt he couldn’t lie, that she would know instantly if he did.He shrugged and answered, “Hypothetically, I think it would make him happy and possibly more secure. William is an ambitious man. But recently his ambitions have changed direction. I’d like to think Dye, and I have helped with this.”“He is overjoyed at the prospect of becoming a father at his age. I think he may transfer his ambition to his daughter. She will become a future Queen of my. It wasn't chili mac. It was Caesar salad followed by roast beef, mashed potatoes and gravy, steamed mixed vegetables, and fresh-baked frozen rolls and then apple pie a la mode for dessert. My lovely niece had been very busy in my absence. She also had a pre-dinner toast. "To Doc Branson. May he have saved the calf and its mother."I don't know. Maybe it was the sound of her voice, maybe it was worry for Cletus, but I got so choked up I was barely able to respond. She must have noticed because. We have some unfinished business to take care of, don't you think?" Fran asked softly as she sat on the edge of her son's bed."God, Mom, do you mean... I mean, do you mean that we should... uh, you know, uh," the boy stammered with a flush."You can go ahead and say it, Jerry," Fran said with soft laugh, amused and touched by her little boy's shyness. "You know what I want. It's what you want, too. But do say it, Jerry. I want to hear you say the words." Oh, Mom," Jerry said with a soft moan,.