He is thinking "too hot, too hot--what else can come off--take my tattoos off to get cooler." In a bottom drawer he finds something heavy, pulls it ou.... A set of clippers, heavy like the hand of authority, like the pair your father used to use, like the ones they use on Marines, and sheep. White shorts looks at black shorts. **** White briefs went first, and his hair dusts the floor. That left on his head forms a jet-black cap against the blue, blue of his. I didn't think about him changing. Now images of his giant erect penis being released from its cage flooded my head. I closed my eyes tight and vowed not to open them until morning from fear that if I saw that cock again I couldn't trust myself not to look. "Okay, I'll Roll over, you can sleep on my left side." I said as I was preying for sleep to come fast. Sleep eventually came about an hour later. My son laying behind me, me with my eyes closed tight, fighting off thinking about his cock. I. Then there were those other touches, the ones which catered to the fantasy expressed in his art. Never had she worn hold-ups to school, but the sheer seamed pair she had purchased that afternoon from the La Rouge lingerie store fitted both her shapely calves and Jared’s eroticized image of her. They, along with her most imperious four-inch black heels, would display her, she hoped, to breath-stealing effect. If her host would let it show. Knowing him he might not even let his eyes widen at the. Imagine how much you would crave an orgasm, pet. Imagine how you would please me. How do you feel when I tell you that I have indeed been thinking about never allowing you to have an orgasm again? That it would please me immensely if my girl gave up such a monumental part of her life simply to make me happy. Mhhmm oh pet, you are making a mess on this nice clean floor.’ He took a moment to devour the look on her face. Her submission was truly beautiful. The shock was evident in every single.