The meeting started on time, as planned.Sally welcomed everyone. Johannsen spelled out what she hoped to achieve with the meeting and explained how im...ortant she felt the work of the Home Office had been, how successful DOSA and the MCF were and her hopes for the future. “Now,” she said. “We need to turn our thoughts to how we will more forward in our second year ... I’m sure you will agree that we’ve achieved a lot but there are still areas of difficulty and new legislation is bound to be. He checked his watch…8 a.m. Walking quickly up the steps he grabbed his wife in a tight embrace. They both had so much to discuss, but were so exhausted. Neither of them had slept at all in over 24 hours, and it had not been an easy evening. She slumped against him as he hugged her, but also jumped a little when he squeezed her tight. He thought that odd, but didn’t mention it. She finished unlocking the door and they both walked in. The web cams had become something they had pretty much. I ground my pussy against his mouth just as his pelvis pushed forward, his cock muscle launching a jet of semen onto my waiting tongue. My body was racked with ecstasy, the taste of his cum triggering my own blinding orgasm, my back and legs pressing my pussy against his face. I pulled away from his cock, allowing his jizz to land on my lips, cheek and forehead, running down my face. The feeling his of hot goo on my skin made me feel dirty, like a whore. My son’s whore. The depravity of it. Are you going to fuck me now? Wow! To hear a little 11-year-old slut talk dirty, I thought I would bust a nut right there. And the fact she was asking in a way that was essentially giving me permission to fuck her was intoxicating in its lustiness. Do you want me to fuck you? I think it might feel good and be fun. Remember Danni you can talk to me openly. Do you want me to fuck you and make you my slut for all time? Yes. Then ask. Please fuck me and make me your slut for all time. Well, I am.