He wanted you and your husband to have a nest egg after he passed because he assumed I would be gone by then as well. This money is yours, and I expec... you to decide what to do with it. Giving it to me is not an option.”She sat with her eyes scrunched up in thought for several minutes, looking between her sisters and me as she tried to decide what to do with the check. Finally, her eyes went wide with an idea and she gave me a calculating look. “Master, you’ll go along with anything I wish to. . I love the costumes, but I want the real thing ... The idea of having an actual animal up behind me, and experiencing that ‘real’ animal passion ... It makes me dizzy just thinking about it...”“So you’re blaming your parents for making you this way?” Renae asks from behind the camera.Britney smiles again, that wide mouth spreading right across her face – “Nooooo ... I’m THANKING them for making me this way ... I’m very happy with who I am and what I enjoy ... And I can’t wait to enjoy more of. We became great friends. Up late, having legendary all-night chats about life, sex (or the lack thereof), music, science, and sex…typical smart-kid stuff. We’d share the occasional blow-out bender in one of our kitchens or at some local bar. Sometimes these things would overlap. We formed a jazz combo together, me playing saxophone, and got paying jobs all over the city. I introduced him to pot brownies right before a gig, and watched him giggle like mad while playing the clarinet. We’d crash. I started licking his balls and stroking his now hard cock. He took off his shirt as I took his pants and undies off. He had a great body, toned but not muscular, clean cut look, and a 7.5" cut cock that was to die for. Robert sat on the bed with is glass of wine and watched as I began taking David's cock into my mouth. Slowly in an out taking more and more in each time until it was buried in my throat. As I was sucking I was taking of my clothes. Robert kept watching as he took out his cock.