My mind is rambling, all over the place today instead of my usual laser focus. I look at the news on my laptop and surf the web and something caught m... eye. It was a simple question; one I have never given much thought to until now. 'Why do you crave cock?'I sat there, still in my camisole and not much more. I could feel the cool morning air on my nipples and my hand languidly resting between my legs and I can feel a hint of fresh wetness as I ponder.Let me count the reasons that I love cock.. “Well, Joey is starting to get some muscle on him naturally—it's just that age. We can put him on some weights, get him in a pool, and feed him some really good food. He will bulk up really fast. We will teach him to box, and kickbox as well. We will put some cool clothes on him, and build up his confidence with girls, and stuff. Hell, we even got a pool table out back.”“Oh my bois, that sounds really great, but I couldn't pay you boys for what that would be worth” “Well, that's the best part. Her face fell and I though of a split second she was going to cry. Then the look was gone and she smiled bravely. ‘I think that would be a good move for your career,’ she said quietly. ‘We would all be sorry to see you go though. Life would be very strange without you, seeing how long we have known each other.’ ‘I would miss you as well Ellen,’ I replied quizzically, surprised by her response. I had expected her to be more enthusiastic considering how much she had helped me get where I was. Your body was made for fucking, and your soul was made to crave it.’ He commanded her down to breakfast then. Eva was long gone, having cleaned up the mess of the broken stew pot and made the dining room to look as if the previous evening’s events had never happened. But Enrique’s look of contentment, and his lascivious leer as Constance came in, were proof that they had. The household staff had reported for duty that morning, which was the beginning of Constance’s reprieve. Neither of them.