He cursed under his breath about the “damn stairs”, as the energetic c***d ran to the door and up the steps. “I’ll get it!” she yelled over ...er shoulder, as the kitchen door slammed behind her. She came back down to the basement, breathless, and handed him the still ringing telephone. “Hello?” he spoke. “Mr. Brooks, this is Cherie’s mother. I’m terribly sorry to have to call you, but I’m in a real bind. My poor mother has taken a turn for the worst, and her doctors are transferring her to City. Fucking me fast and slow until I was gagging and my mouth was dripping pre-cum. Then he had me lay on my back with my head dangling over the edge of the bed. He rested his hands on the bed as he began to slowly feed the length of his cock down my throat. I had never felt so filled up and it was a real turn-on! I pleasured him like that for a long time. He coached me on how to breathe through my nose so his cock never had to leave my mouth. His pace quickened as his balls slapped against my. While she was trying it on, but before it had been finished, he had looked up from his drawing paper and suggested that she alter the way it came off her shoulders. It was a simple suggestion but it transformed the gown from being rather common to being truly stunning. From that moment on his mother would always turn to him for advice on any designs she was thinking of sewing and she made sure she took him shopping with her whenever she went into town to look for something new to wear.Within a. What about getting that staff away from him with your mind?Danica thought back, I can't see well enough through this mess, and I'm not sure it's a good idea with him here. Her emphasis on the word him carried with it images of Telanor, leaving Celes little room for doubt.I wasn't thinking. You're right.An idea occurred to Danica then. Maybe he can be the solution rather than the problem, though, she thought to Celes."Have you taken steps to resist poison, Telanor?" Danica asked aloud."Hazard.