"We'd better call Walt," she advised. Walt Cheevers was proprietor, publisher, editor and chief reporter of the local fishwrap, the Manatee Monitor. "...e need an information campaign to start up, post-haste, to nip any Textile backlash in the bud."With that, she started dialling.The Manatee Monitor comes out every Wednesday, filled with the latest goings-on in our mighty metropolis. It's usually completely uninteresting to any individual who doesn't actually reside here, as is typical of most. He didn't know what hehad been thinking, but it had really become very clear that hisgirlfriend thought of him as nothing but a sissy. "Anyways, I need toget going, see you in a bit," Lisa finished not giving her boyfriend achance to even reply before shutting off her phone and leaving him withhis stomach in knots.His morning had just started out terrible when he realised that he stillhad to perform his morning ritual. He only hoped that he wasn't to lateyet since it was supposed to be his. I stopped. “No, Sir, you did not.” “Come on, then,” he said. I walked toward him, naked, punished, slick from sweat and Mistress Sylvia. When I reached him, he took my wrist and walked me swiftly out the door and to his car. Thankfully, no one was in the parking lot. We lived at least 10 miles from the aquatic center, though. I shuddered to think that someone would see me naked in the car. Master put a towel down on the seat, and I sat down, my heart racing. He motioned impatiently for me to. Her hands rubbed the side of my thighs. I grabbed the back of her head with the hand on the opposite side of the sitting man's view. Holding Adriana's head still, I pushed my hips forward slowly. Adriana gagged, adjusted the angle of her throat, and took me in. Her eyes were fixed on mine! I felt her tongue extend out from her mouth to lick my balls."Jesus!" I hissed.Adriana pulled her head back until I popped out of her mouth. She gasped in a lungful of air and staked her face on my cock.