COOOOCKDA...DADDY!" as Bryan felt the sensations of Jamal's cock as it wracked hisboy colon. "Yeah, you like your new daddy's cock, don't cha?" A... Jamal poundedmy boy, Bryan just moaned uncontrollably as the fucking continued.Suddenly, Jamal buried his cock, balls deep and left it there. He strokedmy sweaty son's face as the two made eye contact. "I'd like to finish my breakfast at the table." Jamal, then liftedthe boy up in his arms, with my son still impaled and clinging to him,. Culinary perfection. Mmmmmm, this is absolutely delicious!, I exclaim, as I cut myself a much larger bite from the slice in front of me. Thanks! Jess and I had been discussing this night for the past week. Its great to have friends for dinner, isnt it? Mm, yeah, shes so sweet. Can I get another slice? In my mind, the two conflicting thoughts begin to swirl. As I eat, helping after helping, from various parts of her body, my absolute enjoyment of my friends delicious body begins to overtake my. Mr. Fink had stolen her products, her technologies, and her company out from under her, and turned it into the BimboTech Company, BT as it is known to the public. To say Tittiefuck had been dumbed down would be an understatement. Now the only thing she was an expert in was being used as a fuckdoll. Tittiefuck bounced in front of Mr. Fink, not hiding her excitement to see her master. She now sported enormously fake boobs. Her tight, bright yellow mini dress with a plunging neckline. Her rock. Of course, he’d never said that out loud. Not to her. Not to anybody. For god’s sake, he was not even 20. Wasn’t that too soon? Yet, he could never help the furious beating of his heart, or the flush of joy in his veins every time he saw her. He helped her up, then proceeded to help her keep the books back in place. ‘It’s fine. I can do it.’ She brushed his hand away and began to collect the books from the floor. ‘I was looking for a book, then the door startled me, and I jerked the table.