“You really don’t have any more choices, I’ve given you so many choices that you have taken advantage of your free will,” she looked at him...wondering what was happening. “Your training is done, you WILL do what I say, when I say it and how I say to do it.” 
“Unless you are at work or with your kids, If I tell you to take you toy I bought and place it in you, you will do it, If we are around my people and I tell you to suck my dick you will do it.” 
She nodded her head in compliance while he. I watch, mouth opening wider as my breathing intensifies. I feel her tongue on my balls as she opens her mouth and sucks on one. Her fingers slowly caress my tip and head, her thumb runs over my slit and I can’t help but lay my head back into the pillow close my eyes and moan.Kissing upwards from my balls to my shaft, I feel her lips touch every part of me. Her hand holding me steady and then her tongue takes over. Swirling, lapping, exploring. My head is wet now, a mixture of her tongue and my. I think it's catching because I've always liked the boys and their wives but now I love them too." She felt a bit emotional about it and attacked her cleaning with fresh vigour.Liz and her husband, Rod, with Tom and Claire, their children, were next to arrive. The youngsters were collected by Annette. Rod was only a little taller than Liz and slightly plump but he was a happy, smiling man and he and Richard immediately took to each other. Liz slipped Richard a snapshot. "Jeremy," she said. Mom could cook some stuff and even did now and then. Mom died a little over a year ago and, of course, I would never say anything bad about her cooking. Not in front of Dad anyway.My Tutu (my grandma) taught me to cook. Well, the basics anyway and how to adjust recipes to fit tastes and such. Tutu says that I'm the best of all of her grand kids because I'm the only one that's shown the least interest in her cooking. Never mind that I'm not a real grandchild either, Tutu says that God brought me.