.." That was meant to mean, "boy, did they." Yes, yessss... good girl. Very good girl." I worked him slowly but steadily. Some girls, they go for the ...lory. Thequick-and-dirty. The blow-and-go.I take my time with my men. I know how they like it. I can build them upwith my mouth. Get them to be so totally engorged that their dicks canbarely fit inside my mouth. Work up a load so big that it will explodeinside my mouth, or my pussy.I don't mind taking it up my pussy, not anymore. You get used to. My dick was so hard now you couldn’t turn the skin on it with a pipe wrench.Her son said, ”Charlie your turn.” I turned around before Carol or my friend saw me looking at her wonderment. Carol then asked her son, ”Would you please massage my feet for me as you ways do for your mommy?” He said, ”You know how I hate to do that and you have hose on which Is rough on my fingers.” I quickly turned to her and said, ”Mrs T I will if you would like?” She replied, ”Carol, and it is okay Charlie, I don’t. That’s not good enough. I can’t put her life in the hands of people that are required to follow rules. I’ll do whatever it takes … WHATEVER it takes to make her safe.’ ‘I’m going with you.’ Dan looked at him like he was crazy and shoved him aside as he walked to the front door. ‘Hey!’ Jason yelled. ‘I’m fucking going!’ Dan wheeled around. ‘To do what? Get yourself killed too?’ ‘She’s my sister!’ Dan walked toward him menacingly. ‘Shut up and sit here by the phone until I call!’ Jason grabbed. Go look it up. Anyway, I was helping in the shop for this nice old guy, name of Dennis. He had been making and fixing watches his whole life, and his wife had run the shop until the previous year, when she had succumbed to some disease or other, and Dennis needed someone to cover him for breaks and so on. We had got to the point where he would leave me in charge on late nights, and go home to his empty flat, and I would lock up, and leave notes for him if any work came in over the evening.I had.