Her eyes stared at her screen, watching herself as well as the eight cocks worshiping at her altar.“Nine… eight… seven…” she counted slowly,...driving herself closer. She watched the eight men watching her. “I want to see those big loads.”He had been showing her his whole body, but now he zoomed in on his cock and balls, filling whatever space she gave him. He saw her eyes move as she noticed the change on her screen.“Six,” she panted, her breathing coming faster.“Five,” she groaned. “Pick the. When all of a suden I heard her say rather loudly "OH MY GOD", At first I didnt know what to make of this, since she had just gotten into bed, Then I relized what it was about, she had put her head right into my HUGE puddle of sperm on her pillow!I thought she would come flying into my room pissed off, But then I heard moaning, so I got up and snuck into her bedroom, now her room entry was a hallway with double mirrors doors, so you could look into the last one and see right into her bedroom. The one person I needed most to approve told me she would be okay if I accepted,” she said with a smile for Samantha. “I may not become his wife, but I will be able to have children.”“I don’t share your feelings, but I know you’ll be happy. That’s the most important thing. Just promise me you’ll find some way to stay in touch, even if it’s just a letter on occasion,” Samantha said before she looked over at me. “Is that allowed Master?”“We don’t get regular mail, but we have a mail drop in. ? I crawled out from under Mrs. Cook's desk and began picking up my clothesfrom the floor. ?How's your Mother?? She asked. ?Fine Ma'am,? I said, pulling on my briefs. ?Tell her I said ?Hi'? she said. ?And thank her for the concert tickets. Tellher Mr. Cook and I would be glad to attend.? ?Yes Ma'am,? I said. ?Here,? she said, scribbling out an office pass and tossing it on her desk. ?Thank you Ma'am,? I said, picking up the note still bare-chested. ?If Ms. Trenton starts asking questions about.