His fingers would rub my clit which left a stain on his trouser, but I knew he didn't mind. Dessert was a rich pudding that Mom made on special occasi...ns, like my birthday. Using a spatula she smeared it over my tits so Mr. Miller could lick it off.My dinner came next and consisted of grapes, strawberries, and baby carrots. I sat on the table with my legs spread eagle. Mr. Miller slid each piece of food into my pussy before feeding it to me. Through the whole meal Mom looked proud of me."Let's. "That's it. Oh that's perfect." He just looked down at his sister's face with her mouth stuffed full of his cock, marveling at how hot it was making him. She used his distraction to take her mouth off his dick with a pop and gulped in air, "I can't breath"Grabbing her hair at the back of her head he said, "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." At the look of fear on his sister's face, he warmed his icy attitude. "Don't worry, I'll try not to hurt you. If it gets to be too much tap me on. “Your cologne is intoxicating. What is it? Who makes it?”Tom looked into Laura’s eyes and replied. “Burberry. It’s made by Burberry. As is my suit.”Laura winked at him and replied, “You smell great and look fetching in that suit, regardless if it isn’t the wisest choice to fly in.”He forced a smile and replied, “I assure you that I feel anything but fetching at this particular moment, Laura. If I may, I would like to add, in the unfortunate event that this monstrous flying machine does not. "The sudden yet expected blinding light made him groan and roll over. He missed the old fluorescent light bulbs, the low hum and significantly dimmer light compared to the new LED lights in his room. But the station commander wanted everything to be modernized, so his old lights were taken down and incinerated, the new standard for garbage disposal on the decade old space station."One cup of coffee, black."Growing up, he never liked coffee, let alone without creamer or sugar. But working for.