My son's marvelous cock shoots its sperm into any combination of his nympho harem sex slaves seven or eight times a day, if not more. And Alan Junior ...s always, always, always hard. In fact, how is he doing right now? Let me check."Actually, she'd checked it quite a few times since they'd woken up, by rubbing various parts of her body across his groin as they changed positions, so she already knew it was flaccid. But she hoped that some fondling might change that. To her delight, it was. Avi said … .yes it is and you should be punished for this.Pooja chipped in … .hmmm … I agree … and looked at Avi and smiled.I said ok … I accept the punishment, whatever it takes …They smiled and said ok, we have your number and will think about it and call you.Avi was a shapely woman with all curves and fair in complexion, she was an MBA in business and the daughter of a rich businessman. Pooja was her class mate and came from a very politically connected back ground. Her dad was a minister in. If I didn’t look around at the rest of the club, I would have sworn that this was Heart up on that dinky stage. At the end of their set, I stood and applauded loudly, but the lead singer motioned for everyone to sit down. ‘We’ve got one more song we want to do, but with a special guest.’ She announced. ‘Ted, are you in here? Come on up and bring your flute.’ I wasn’t sure how I got my flute out of its case or how I got to the stage, I was in such a daze at having my name announced. I was even. Rumpled clothing, the kind that one bought in the attempt to feign wealth, in cut that nearly draped beautifully, save for the cheap cloth and subtle imperfection, clung in silent witness to the sleepless night. The nearly exquisite exterior that covered up the slowly decaying innards, cloyingly sweet perfume that nearly covered the reek of moldering life and hope, she was rotting from the inside out.She might have been different, perhaps the softly rounded mother with a slightly frazzled air.