She kept moving forward, only occasionally backing off for a moment to let her mouth and throat get used to it. The dildo that Chrissy was wearing was...slightly longer than my cock, but Becky still managed to press her nose up against Chrissy's bald pussy. She pulled all the way off, winked at me and said, "Thank you for the practice, sir," before sinking the cock back into her throat in one smooth motion.At the same time Becky was perfecting her craft, Jamie was not being idle. She could not. On the way home the drive was quicker than usual, as she didn’t have to battle the 5pm rush and it was just after the lunch time rush as well. She couldn’t wait to get home, the house had been hectic over the last few weeks, with making arrangements for family coming to visit, buying gifts and getting the house pristine clean.Jill lived on the outside of town. The house was a large 7bedroom retreat, once renovated from a dilapidated bed and breakfast. Each bedroom in the house had its own. My hips were exposed. The makeup remained from my day at work and I let my hair loose.I wandered off to the atrium for the carols. All went well.It was then I felt those eyes over me. Standing tall, older for my age, lay Pete. I wouldn’t say I liked him. I felt so uneasy. I could sense his attention on me and try to grab a picture of me. I moved away.It went on day after day and we started messaging. Yes, he was flirting and oh “was I enjoying it”.It was then that we had an evening party. We. He was the sole rock star to be honoured among a motley group of celebrities, including a stand-up comic, an ex-pole-vaulter, a horse breeder and a pastry chef. None of the others were to receive anything as elevated as a knighthood. On Monday evening The Handyman collected me and took me to The Rocking Boulders' villa. 'We should find Quick at home again. Best not to say anything about the palace or his gong, ' he said.'Why not?''The newspapers have been making a lot of it, especially since no.