Her skin was otherwise a light tan. I clenched my teeth and closed my eyes. I only breathed a third as much as I should. I bobbed my head.“Oh fuck! ...’m cumming! Hell yeah!” Nisha was going off like a wet rocket. I felt godly again. Making a girl cum is the most empowering feeling I ever had. And I had a whole harem of--“Fuck!” I barked. “Shit! Yeah!”On the momentum of my overplayed excitement, I started matching Nisha in my exclamations. I almost thought the knock on the door was the corner of. "Hey, cheer up, it's not the end of the world, you best wipe it off before it dries and makes a real mess of your pants."She pulled a hanky from a pocket in her dress, stepped in close and looked down at his bulge and handed the hanky to Leon. "Here. You'll need this. Don't need to be drawing attention to yourself with that big damp patch, do we?"Leon stood holding the hanky, feeling sheepish, Missy looked into his eyes hoping that her display of innocence had been convincing although now that. She sent out messengers – presumably to her girls – and then hustled off to the kitchen. We all scattered to rest, and I found myself alone with Alistair, lying on our luxurious bed; not a lot of rest was had in our room, leaving Alistair with a smug grin when we headed out for supper.The meal was excellent, not excessively fancy, and most of all, plentiful; there was fresh bread and produce, and something that looked a lot like roast beef – I wondered if it was bronto, but didn't ask. After. In fact, I am expected to name my own first son the same — when I get around to having any.So, if you’ve ever had a 'first' assignment, it’s a lot like having a first job. There is a shit-load of stuff for you to learn and this story is about one of those lessons. About me, I am six-foot three-inches, 160 pounds, and in pretty good shape. I was a runner in school and kept it up through basic training and technical school. I also look a bit older than my nineteen-years, which may have had.