“Don't think you'll need to stick anything in my mouth anymore.” “You sure?” I asked. “Because I have something very big that I'd like to p...t it in your mouth.” “Is that so?” she asked, as she walked over to me. “So does this mean...” “Turns out one minute isn't enough,” I answered. “I want more time. Can you give me that?” “With pleasure,” Karissa said, as she unbuckled my belt and removed it from its loops. Then she removed my pants and boxers from my body. She tossed the clothing onto. "Yes. But that makes sense because ninety three percent of all statistics are made up." You're just making that up," I said."Yes. But I'm pretty sure chicken soup will help."I laughed and started my soup. I don't know why, but I glanced at the clock."Why aren't you in class?" I'm missing some classes to help you get better." That could hurt your grades. You go to class, now." Do I care what grades I get?" he asked as if they were of no importance to him."Hell, yes," I said. "You're a freakin'. I knew I was wet already. Every time I had toplay with myself in front of people, there's this strange feeling inside me,like some kind of weakness. I think I must be sick but I couldn't help it. Ibegan gasping as I got even more and more excited. I looked up and saw Maxstaring at me. Our eyes met, and I began rubbing myself faster. I thought Daddywas turned on too, he was quiet. "Go get her,Max," Daddy said gently as he gave the dog a push. Max came over obediently and stopped when he. I opened the door and walked through the hallways into the kitchen, straight ahead of me stood Catherine, she was wearing a pink and white dressing-gown, she leaned over the cooker and took something out of the oven, she lifted her head up and looked straight at me and smiled: “hey, how was work? Are you Hungry? I’ve made Macaroni cheeseI was starving hungry,it had been a long time since anyone had cooked for me. “that would be lovely, thanks, I’m really hungry”We sat down to eat at a small.