"Jesus Christ. What had he done?He was still talking:"If you are not Jack Heyward it is ... unfortunate. However, the misfortune will not be mine alon.... I have great interest in the welfare of the wife and child of Jack Heyward. I have none in that of the wife and child of Jackson Carstairs, and fear they may meet with ... misadventure. Does this alter your response?"The voice was dead cold; I couldn't keep on being coy."All right," I said, "let's say I am Jack Heyward—" Yes, let us say that,". It took her a moment to realize that waswhere the weird loops went but she doped it out. The blouse went on nextand Wendy was about to try to tuck it in when she saw the bottom hem wascut to be decorative and left it as is. Wendy had to think a minute tokeep from buttoning it up the wrong way as she tried at first to buttonit up as if it were a man's shirt. Wendy, was just finishing buttoningthe cr?me colored blouse and smoothing it over her breasts and torsowhen Marv, still nude, asked her,. Finally. Home. Well not for me. I mean Christian wants to keep his family home, for sort of Vacation House and while I understand the sentiment I refuse to make this trip annually. I step out, carefully. His drive is chipped and the LAST thing I want to do after that burly-ass drive is break a heel. I grab my purse from the passenger seat and make my way up the stoop. The door is open and I let myself in. ‘Christian, honey? I’m here.’ I call. The inside of his childhood home is as darling as. I gasped as my hand touched his cock - I felt it pulse and get harder."You are gonna suck this cock," he let go of my arm and pushed me down to my knees by the shoulders. Some part of me understood the inevitability of sucking his cock the moment I touched it, but I was not quite ready to accept that."I'm not gonna wait faggot, get to sucking I will NOT ask again," he kept a grip on my shoulders while speaking."Get it all the way hard first, stroke it," it was weird to be on my knees with a.