” she retorted, waving the very idea away, “There is only compliance.” and signed the form.“I got you.” I assured her, “Your wish is my co...mand.” and mocked a bow, elated that a new T.V. was about to get installed. Secretly, I would have promised anything to get it.“I will instruct you through my commanding officer.” she explained, “Any waver from my orders will end any or all of your privileges.”That brought up a question I was dying to ask. “Did you by chance have me... ?” I started, and. If you think you’ve got warts on your bits, go to your GP or the sexual health clinic ASAP – to work out what’s going on and get treatment."Don’t use over-the-counter treatments, as these are designed for hands, not the very delicate parts of your genitals."A medical expert will likely use a cream or medicine to get rid of the warts, or will use cryotherapy to freeze them off. You’ll also be advised to stop having sex until the warts are fully healed."5. What is the clap?The clap = gonorrhea.. I pointed again saying. "Right now! Do as your told."She still hesitated for a few seconds then resigned herself to the fact that she was going to have to give my father a blow job. My father's eyes lit up as the pretty pony tailed teacher knelt in front of him capturing his drooling prick in her mouth. "God, I haven't had my prick in a strange mouth in years." My father sighed enjoying the feel of his cock in Rita's soft mouth.There we stood, father and son, side by side getting our cocks. Great luck for me, a nice comfortable ride home. The man driving was about 45 and seemed friendly. He said he was coming home from a pub and had had a couple of drinks so was intending to take the country lanes homes rather than risk being stopped on the main road. That was OK with me.Once we set off he we talked about what my evening had been like and what I'd been up to. Which amounted to playing games and watching TV with my friend. He said "so you didn't get lucky tonight, then?" and I.