. do you?” “No,” she said in a pouty voice, trying to relax her shoulders back on the pillows. He was driving her insane, she couldn't move her...arms, and now her wouldn't allow her to speak. “Then be quiet!” He took his time feeling the reaction in her body, the moans that escaped . He let a hand fondle her belly as he pushed the other five ridges of the dildo into her, then rubbing her cheeks upon completion. “How does that feel?” But she had hidden her face in the pillows to try and. She’s around 50, blowzy, suspicious. And nosy.“I dropped off the Portman file. Josh gave me his key.”“Yeah?” Giving me stink eye. Bitch.“Yeah.”When I first read the acronym, SENS, I deciphered it immediately. Strategies for Engineered Negligible Senescence. Well, maybe not immediately.Senescence, I vaguely remembered. Or Google did. Something to do with those pesky cells that stop dividing. Also, with aging, the word ‘deterioration’ comes to mind.Bunny was translating from BobsySpeak, “Mr. de. I’m the General Chancellor of the Commonwealth of Massachusetts University, also affectionately known as CMU by students and faculty alike. What makes CMU so damn special? It’s only the biggest private university in the continent of North America, with forty nine thousand students spread across campuses in the cities of Boston, Milton, Williamstown, Raynham, Hanson and Plymouth. I rule the entire school. And I run my house with an iron fist. Watch what happens. I’m at the Boston Campus of the. ” “Remember, a while ago we agreed I’d decide when you should cum. Well, now’s the time, Henry. Do your blue balls still ache?” “Yeah, a little, but I don’t mind.” “Well, I’d like to see you wrap your hand around that nice stiff cock and stroke yourself off. Would you do that for me?” Henry shuddered. “That’s so private. I’d be embarrassed. But I’ll do anything you say, Kate. You know that.” “Well, Henry, I sure don’t want to embarrass you. I want you to have a very strong cum and if I help.