I would have dragged you off by the hair and power fucked you the moment I saw you switch the dammed thing on. It's good to know that my slave has her...priorities right, thinking of her master's pleasure before tending to her cunt. Excellent report whore and a job well done. I bet the hospital don't realise what a little gold mine they have in you.Any way must rush I have to write to my daughter Sharon. She's growing up fast you know but not too fast I hope. It only seamed like yesterday when. “Good morning Marta,” I said before I opened my eyes.“Good morning my son, my Prince, my love. I hope you donÔt mind, but Qwit can no longer ... well, let us say Ôhelp me, Ô and I was still a bit ... hungry for another helping, if you know what I mean. You are always good for sweet morning wood ... so I took shameless advantage. I took some care not to disturb you or your beautiful young friend.” She addressed Cynthia. “I hope you donÔt mind my dear.”“I donÔt mind ... I need a shower before I. " It's just ... I ... I don't know what to say. I don't even know your name." That makes us even. Steve." Tracy," she reciprocated. "You're right. I love it," she said, and then laughed."I'm glad." At least have a glass with me. It will keep me from feeling so guilty about accepting such an expensive gift." She turned toward the kitchen, but then paused and turned back to ask, "Uhm, you are old enough to drink, aren't you?"Steve laughed. "I'm twenty-one, by all of a month. I'm legal. I've never. My toes are starting to tighten, my ass to tense, and I know I could lose myself to your touch and dance on me at any time. My throat is constricted, and I eek out, ‘Baby, I…’ Your head turns, and while our hands continue, your offer me your mouth, and craning together, we kiss, as best we can reach, lips only brushing. Your breath is sweet, your panting is ragged, and your lips open, and your tongue is darting, enticing me to slide mine into your mouth and to suck and close my lips over yours….