Our conversation goes like this:Me: Hey, wanna talk about something naughty.Maria: sure. Go ahead.Me: Do you prefer it thick or do you like it long?Ma...ia: Anything above 6 inches is good for me.Me: I am close to 7. Lol Maria: you are kidding right?Me: I can send a picture to prove it to you and I send her a picture of my cock.Maria: OMG!!!! Is that your cock? What is your size? The head looks like a pink strawberry.Me: Lol. Its 7 inches I guess; never measured it. Want to see it in real?Maria:. Actually there are a LOT of old saying in the muscle-bound barbarian hero business. This is mostly because the average muscle-bound barbarian can't read. And so an oral tradition is necessary. (Although if asked, most muscle-bound barbarians would think that an oral tradition is something that pleasure slaves are trained to do.)Anyway, the saying pertinent to this part of our story is this: "Never, ever give a witch, wizard, or sorcerer an even break. 3 feet of steel through the gizzard will. "How do you feel?"Patrick sighed the sigh of someone who was experiencing a great deal of pleasure. Melissa smiled broadly.She took the squirt top bottle and squeezed a light blue gel into her hand. She began to apply it to Patrick's face, working carefully under the mask. From temple to temple, over and in each ear ... she slathered it on his closed eyes ... everywhere."Patrick, I need you to concentrate on your face now. Feel the gel as it binds to your skin. Feel it changing your skin,. I climbed up on the bed and sat above Aaron’s head. I looked down at daddy and gave him the best smile that I had. I was so happy that he was going to do this for me. I was going to help him out the best that I possibly could. “Stroke his cock with your hands daddy,” I commanded him, getting a chill from the feeling of power that was running through my entire body. “Relax and do it as if you were stroking you own cock.” Daddy reached out and took Aaron’s cock into his hand. Slowly he began to.