I was considering some very upscale neighborhoods and the price tags (and commissions) were out of sight.One of the realtors was Kathleen. I estimated...her at age 40, with beautifully and expensively styled dark hair. She stood about 5'4." I estimated 125 pounds. Then there was her eyes--not just blue—china blue—steel blue—sky blue, I never could tell. They seemed to change with the situation.On the negative side she was married. She and her husband owned the agency, which I learned had only 5. "Alright. So just... gimme a moment to think." Dave said, "About how to present this."An uncomfortable silence followed. Dave leaned against the stall wall, muttering to himself. John stared at his own tail, trying once again to pull it off for a moment. Just having an extra limb like this was really strange. Especially when he didn't have complete control over it. It was like something else in his body taking over sometimes. Or just an unconscious reaction, like how he would turn and look when. Almost hot….as it grew to its full 10” in my palm.Jason mumbled something and spread his legs a little further apart, but I looked up to check and could see that he was still sleeping. After a brief battle of conscience, I decided I was going to do this, and I shifted my hand so that I was holding Jason’s engorged prick straight up in the air, and I began slowly jerking his entire shaft, running my hand up over the tip on the up stroke, and all the way down to the base of his cock on the down. Sucking and licking thankfully at the tips of daddy's thick fingers, breathing in the scent from his balls, the words ran through him electric, like tiny jolts to his nipples, cock and scrotum. "Oh yes I am sir!" the words spilled out as he groaned and ran his open mouth against the side of his daddy's cock, 'thank you for calling me that sir, it's what I am, sir!", he whimpered in spite of himself and groaned again, the thought of the words thrilling him. "Good boy, good little cunt boy" daddy.