I looked into her eyes, my own filled with fear andshame."Mistress, may i...."She tightened her hand in my hair and jerked my head again."I'm not the ...ne you are about to touch, am I?"And she used Her hand in my hair to turn my head to face Him. I had nochoice but to look at Him."Sir...."A jerk of my head."Mr J..."A harder jerk. A whimper from me. And I knew what was expected. A singletear fell."Master, may I clean you?"A quick nod from him, nothing more. And then she slowly guided my mouthto. Did we spoil him, I guess we did, but he has turned out to be a very decent and kind human being. I guess John was about four months old when I had to go TDY to Okinawa with the Habu. That was six months that in some ways was nice because I got to see an awful lot of South-East Asia, and very hard not seeing my wife and son for so long.When the Blackbird would fly and then have some problems, or because we needed to collect the data from it, we would take off in a KC-135 Tanker and fly to where. Yvette? No, again Angie would have stayed. I was puzzled. Opening the garage door, a smell wafted through the house. Apricot? Following the smell, I opened Yvette's old room. It was now the guest room, as Angie and I lived in our (my old) room with Ray.Lying on the bed was a vision. A nude vision smiling up at me with a look of lust on her face. Long blonde hair framed a face that was a delight to look at, and her blonde bush was open and inviting. Who was this? And why did my wife leave me. This time Zack waited until Candy had him positioned, then got frisky. Jostled oils splattered their skin and Zack squeezed Candy’s dangled tits or pinched a nipple when she leaned over him. He good-naturedly spanked her ass cheek, the lubricants creating an exaggerated resounding smack. He wrestled the playful masseuse on top of him, palming and clutching her slippery ass and tits, trying to get his cock inside her hot little pussy. Candy rubbed her oily tits and hands all over Zack as she.