But it was not something I would do if I had not ruined things with you. You see, being a mother was always the most important thing to me. I was just...too arrogant and stupid to know how badly I was messing it up." She had to stop to dab at some tears. "I need to prove to myself that I can be a good mother - that I can raise children who will love me back." Don't think I am doing this to punish myself," Theresa went on. "The thought of babies excites me, and I can't wait." But... you're going. If you impose your will on her you’ll invite a heap of problems down on your head,’ I reasoned. I went inside to Stella’s room, examined her arm, and made a hand gesture for Bradford to follow me. We walked to the kitchen. ‘What?’ He enquired. ‘Heat a pot of boiling water, quickly.’ I told him. ‘You’re taking the arm?’ He asked with surprise. ‘Yes. And I need your help to do it.’ An hour later it was done. ‘What now?’ Bradford wondered. ‘We wait,’ I said, and rummaged through my bag for a. Running my tongue over the sensitive head, I milked the shaft with my hand before raising up onto my knees. Charlie watched as I swallowed and grinned as I licked my lips. Grasping his wrist I turned it until I could read his watch. Patting his thigh I said, "Hate to suck and run but I need to get going. We're over our time already."I hadn't needed to suck Charlie off. He would have been thrilled just showing me how to tie rope. But another lesson I've learned in my short time as a whore? For. ” She reached her hand out and caressed my cheek, and added, “Sweetheart, the first step is that your dick needs to get hard.”I looked down at my dick, shrinking in nervousness. The girls were still wearing their sunglasses so I couldn’t see their eyes and it felt like both of them were staring directly at my dick, waiting for it to get hard on its own. They both could easily sense my anxiety. Without saying a word, the blond removed her hat. She had a long French braid, and looked younger.