" She read the list off in a bored voice."But tell me about Allen. Who sent you? Do you have a message? Is Allen all right?" The sudden thought of har... raced through her mind."He's fine. Fine," Bob said reaching out and patting Gwen's leg. Sybil looked sharply at him and he retracted the lingering hand. Gwen appeared to pay no attention to the contact."But what about the message. You said a friend..." Yes." Sybil smiled, her sensuous red lips stretching into a thin smile. "A good friend of ours. I smirked at her. “Right up until you start saying something I don’t want to hear.” A standard joke, for both me and Grandpa, was that when talking to our beloved spouses, we would mime turning off our hearing aids; we would then just nod, smile, and say, ‘Yes, dear!’“Trust me, Grim, you don’t want to go there!” I just laughed. She repeated her earlier request. “Here, take your son and feed him.”“My son? How come when he’s being good, he’s your son and when he’s being bad, he’s my son? What’d. Her dick stretches out my throat like a latex glove. I can only breath as she pulls out, only to plunge it back to the depths of my esophagus. In and out, she throttles my throat, giving it a good fucking. Finally, she pulls out, leaving me in a coughing fit. Then she pushes my bound arms apart which pulls my legs up, practically bending me further in half. She slides her hips in between my arms and I can feel her fat cock slide down my back until it lays between my ass cheeks. “Who do you. "Do you want my cock in that mouth?" He moved his finger in and out of my mouth in a slow fucking motion."Please sir. Let me service you." I said around the sides of his now wet finger.He took his finger out of my mouth and moved forward. Placing a hand on top of my head he moved his now fully hard cock towards my open mouth. My tongue lapped at the piss slit of his head. He pulled back."You're a hungry little cocksucker aren't you, slave?" Oh, yes sir." I moaned. He moved forward again. This.