He wasted no time with small talk. “What do you like to be called in the heat of the moment when you are about to cum?” he asked her bluntly.“Sl...t,” fell out of her mouth. There was no taking it back.“So, you would like me to call you slut when you are about to come?” he clarified.She stammered, “I’m… yeah, sure, that works.”“Good, I will call you slut, as you requested. I think the name suits you. If this evening goes as well as I hope, would you like a collar?” he inquired.More wetness. “Yes,. " Certainly, Mr. Medawar."She handed the ear piece to my Dad, "Mr. Medawar would like to speak to you."Papa held the ear piece to his ear and leaned in to talk. Wendy slid off the chair, bumping Daddy in the crotch with the top of her head on the way by. He groaned. Wendy moved next to me.'There's been a mistake in the weight.''Mistake?''Medawar has his own little furnace for melting down scrap gold.''And?''Inside the ingot was a platinum box.''And?''The weight is seven pounds light.''And?''He. It felt so good, so familiar, so wanting! I let go of his erect member, now nearly 8" long. I left his room in a fog feeling a little guilty and even more turned on. I went down stairs and poured myself a drink and swallowed it quickly. Then I went up to my room. When I got to my room, I saw the blanket on my bed and thought I should still cover him up. So I went back to his room to cover him up.As I entered his room, he was just as I left him. His cock was still stiff and swollen. My. By now Prince was taking a great interest in sliding his tongue across her heated pussy lips, then backwards between her trembling buttocks.slut looked up at the hypnotic pulsing red LED on the camera monitoring this stable: “he seems to like me -can I touch that erection - I might just get one hand around it”.“Sure” replied Gillian, from the safety of the warm pub “just stroke it gently - the tip is quite sensitive”.The cock soon outgrew one hand - slut slid both up and down, avoiding the flat.