He knew she wanted a child badly, and he knew she was physically capable of carrying one to term."Joan," he said, a little later that evening, "when a...e you going to be moving in with us?" Huh?" she asked, looking over at him and sipping her wine. As usual, she as working on her laptop."I said..." I heard you," she smiled. "I'm just not sure how to answer that."Ken smiled and said, "Well, an answer of 'soon' wouldn't be bad."Joan shook her head. "It's bad enough I'm spending so much time here. Then he clapped his hands and two of the girls were kneeling at his feet and undoing his clothes. His chest and back was also covered in tattoos and then they took his weird looking trousers off, sort of a male wrap around sari and he sat there with his cock and balls exposed. They were fucking huge and now I realised why he wasn’t wearing normal trousers like his body guards. His cock was not long, maybe 6 inches but it was fat like a very short courgette, like it had been pumped up, but his. You continue to stroke. Little moans escape your lips, hips moving a bit more frantically. I reach over and trace my finger down the line of pre-cum, to the base of your now throbbing cock. My mouth slowly encircles the head. God you taste so fucking good. I lick and suck just the head, I don’t want to disturb your stroking. More moans, I reach down and cup your balls, testing their weight, squeezing just a little. My hair tickles your side and you squirm a bit so I pull it. She was cute and refreshingly nice, so I stepped back into the store to see if things were okay. She met me with a smile and asked if I had forgotten something.“Yeah,” I replied, “I forgot to say ‘thanks’ and tell you how beautiful you are.”She blushed and assured me that things were perfectly well. I looked at her shirt, which read “Tori” on the front and asked if that was her name. She laughed and said, “No, I am Amy, I just liked the shirt.”I asked how often she worked at the store.“Every.