For more money''you be a good sissy boy and makes money doing something you love''''good boy''''you liked my bog cock in your tiny mouth''''yes i do, ...our very big i like it''''white boy loves sucking big hard black cock''''this cock is a nice big candy you want to suck on all the time''''its what you want too, , you suck so good''daddy getting another bill and in my panty it went''good girl, making money, wanna make more ? you can get more if you come here and sit on daddy cock like a good. . , “ I let slip.“Well, that’s next, but first... , “ Heather grabbed my balls and caressed them just right, making me jerk and flinch, spurting a bit without warning directly into her mouth.Far from acting offended or spitting it out, as Chloe used to do, Heather simply worked my cock to get more out and let it hit her tongue before swallowing every single drop. She winked at me, much to my utter astonishment, and then took my junk in hand to stroke it a bit and keep it from getting soft just. “I think I felt this to. Is that your thing? “ “it was soft then it got hard in my dream as you rubbed me”.“what did you do while this was happening?”“It felt so good I couldn’t move, I just lay there and let it happen. And then I started shaking and I fell asleep. Please do it again, it felt so good,I wasn't scared”.“it was a dream honey, your dream. You're going to have to show what I did.”Cat sat up and took my hand. She raised her shirt and put my hand on her vagina. She took one of my. I got back to the admin building easily enough, carefully transferring everything I've taken from the bunker into my gym bag. Just like last time, I made it home without any problems.Sitting in my apartment, I tried to figure out how I was going to test Brantwell's Mind Control Device. I poured myself a drink and took another look at the diaries. The entries about the device were filled with psycho-babble and occult mumbo-jumbo. Brantwell described a person's brain like a house. The parts with.