.."Jonas smiled, "I know, dear. You're hoping to find a nice, Christian boy. Just remember. It's only the prom. You don't have to marry him. But, he's...a nice enough young man. I feel like I can trust him with you. And, it just so happens that I am an excellent judge of character."How Marigold kept a straight face, she would never know, "I'll definitely consider it, sir." You do that," said Jonas, rising and striding towards the car. Then, almost to himself, he added, "I like him."Marigold. "I need...." A hand gently stroked his lower back and butt cheeks."Don't worry boy." A soft voice spoke near his ear. "We know what you need, and we're going to give it to you soon." These words were accompanied by a ragged cry as the man inside him emptied a truly impressive load of hot cum into his bowels. He groaned at the new sensation of being filled with the hot liquid.The man pulled out rather unceremoniously and he squeaked as he could feel the hot cum starting to drip out of his ass.. It was a large stack but she was intentionally going as fast as she could without reading flicking through to the little tabs that told her where to sign. She looked up and smiled. When she had finished. Morrison walked her over to the gynecological chair. She sat back, half sitting, half lying and let Morrison put her legs into the stirrups. She tied straps around her legs, torso and neck and cuffed her wrists behind the chair. Then took a plastic plate for her to bite on and put it into here. It was Nasrin. As she walked slowly towards me, I said to myself, ‘now or never!’ and waited for her to come closer, and closer, and closer. When she was close enough, I played naive by acting shy. At one instant, I let out my immediate feelings to her in rage, ‘I don’t know if I should tell you this but I fear you’ll share with the other servants and get me into deep shit’, to which she replied, ‘Please tell me, I won’t tell anyone’, as predicted. Plan was going above expectation. Now was time.