The governing was acceptable, the power a useful extension of what he already had as First Citizen; but the rest of the nonsense that went with the jo... was boring and tedious. In what he thought was a stroke of insight, he found himself a weak-willed puppet to handle the mundane ceremonial duties leaving the real governing to him and others more capable of doing so. He still thought it was a good idea; it just happened he found the wrong puppet this time.Westel was young and from a minor House. Shit, he’s fucking it into me! My throat strained and I nearly gagged as my brother forced his cock inside me deeper. I relaxed my throat and looked up at him, through the shower spray. I gulped, swallowed, then pressed my tongue against his veiny hardness. He convulsed then jerked my head back. Ahh yess. His cock was shuddering in my mouth, Here it comes. I gagged then swallowed on his cock, milking it with my throat. Oh, there it is mmmm wonderful. Hot hydrant like jets of my big brother’s. He turned away and stepped out of his slacks, shoes, and Jockys. The guy was cut. When he turned around, I saw his semi-hard cock. WOW! My eyes popped out of my head. He was already 8 inches, cut and thick. I got on my knees and started to stroke him. His cock continued to swell in my hand. Boy he was thick. He turned around and told me to lick his black asshole. I eagerly did, giving it a nice warm wet licking and even tongued inside his hole a bit which made him groan. When he. With a whole bunch of comments like, “Come on. It’ll be fun. Hey, we’ve been in here before. We’re just playing,” before she finally reluctantly agreed. The problem is I think she senses when I have a particular sexual idiocy in mind. Especially when I telegraph suspect ulterior intentions by saying things earlier in the day like, “Why don’t you wear that skirt instead of jeans,” or “How about that low cut red sweater? It will keep you warm and your breasts look spectacular in it. You know it.