She sighed, sitting down on the bed. She knew she was going to cry. He kneeled on the floor before her, taking her hands."What?!? What's the matter? O... Jen, are you pregnant?" he whispered.She shook her head furiously, leaning over her lap as she started to cry.He held her head. "Baby, what's the matter?" he whispered. Oh shit, he thought. She's breaking up with me.She said something he couldn't understand. She was crying too hard. He prompted her, raising her face up so she looked at him."I. You're not going to get it out of her balls that way."She was right, so I reluctantly relinquished her balls and slid up theshaft with my wet tongue to the soft, spongy head of her pretty penis. Iswallowed the whole thing, all the time licking the underside of it. Ibobbed my head up and down, licking and sucking on her cock while playingwith her wet balls. She started to thrust back and forth and it wasn'tlong before her joy juice jetted into my welcoming mouth. My mouth wasfilling with her. ’ Mr. Strang was never the one to waste words. ‘What is it? What do you need done, Mr. S.?’ Joyce asked. ‘Can’t say over the phone. But it’s an emergency.’ Everything was an emergency with Mr. Strang, but Joyce remembered that one time when he’d been this abrupt and unhelpful and Joyce had arrived to find him stuck in the bathtub—for two days before thinking of using the telephone his daughter had had installed right beside the tub. He hadn’t put it there, he said. So why should he have to. Layla pulled my head off Rodney's penis with a hand in my hair. "Do you understand?" Yes Layla I understand." You will answer me yes Ma'am." Yes Ma'am." It was silly but I was in no position to argue. I was an emotional wreck. The only emotion I felt was pure lust."Do you love Daddy's cock?" Oh yes," I answered. She pulled my hair hard. "Yes Ma'am I replied without thinking."Say it." I love Daddy's cock," I replied quietly."What do you want bitch?" she said."I want Daddy's cock." Where do you.