And then, liquid mush started to flow into my mouth through the feedergag. I swallowed automatically, another desire implanted by theheadphones. Nanny...wanted Baby to eat, so Baby has to eat. It would keepBaby healthy, and Nanny wanted Baby healthy. Nanny cares about Baby.Nanny will always look after Baby. Nanny is there to change Baby'snappies when she makes wettees or poo-poos. Nanny is pleased when Babygoes wetty or poo-poo. Baby loves to please Nanny. Baby loves wetnappies. Baby loves poopy. I was soon rewarded with a good-sized load splattered across my neck, shoulder, and chest.Mr. PD looked down at me, smiled, and said “Thank you. That was really good.” Then he took his cock from my hands, pulled up his pants, and sat back down on the bench. I realized that I had just missed another opportunity to get filled by a fat cock and I started to feel frustrated about it. I looked around to see who was next but the only other person in the room was an older looking guy seated on. There were definitely two camps every time I brought up the controversial case.I was back at the motel with my bike by 4:15PM. Maurice was sitting in one of the two comfortable chairs. Meg was seated in the other one. I took a good look at them before I sat on the bed. I sat on the bed to check my messages for something from Mason.Message: Jonas Martin Boyle aka Snake, fifty five years old. Several assault charges most of them went away. Not quite sure how that happened. He was doing. It was not until you scratched under the surface that you noticed some little cracks in her "Miss Goody 2 Shoes" suit of armor. For instance, if you opened her bottom drawer in her bedroom, you would find an interesting assortment of sex toys ranging from impressively large black dildos to long strands of anal love beads that promised posterior delights.Candice's fridge was chock full of beer. There was enough beer to float a University party on a Friday night. The strange thing was that Mr..