There it was, staring me right in the face. I grabbed it and started stroking it; slowly at first, then faster than faster. I bent over slightly and s...arted sucking on it, licking up and down the shaft, circling the head, nibbling, biting and sucking. You started to moan. I started to groan and gasp for air. The pleasure and excitement were intensifying. You must have known I was ready to be fucked. You pulled out of my mouth and tapped him on the shoulder. He licked away some of my juices and. “Oh, Brent, I’m so-” she began but Brent cut her off.“Nope, no you don’t. Don’t even say it,” he said with surprising forcefulness. “You have NOTHING to feel sorry for. NOTHING.” He took Emma’s hands in his and squeezed them for emphasis. Emma smiled at him weakly.Brent leaned in and kissed her briefly.“Ok,” he said afterward, “Let’s do this.” He gestured towards the nightstand with a nod at ‘this’.Emma nodded and chuckled. “Ok. Let’s.”Brent laid down and placed his hands over his head. He. Now I know what Charles was hinting at is right; His Magnificence is bedding Tamsin.'Strangely, he discovered that that prospect did not annoy him, but rather roused his prick to new strengths. At home in England, he had been worried about boys chasing his beloved daughter; here in Kobekistan it seemed the most natural thing in the world that she should be the mistress of the ruler of the land within hours of arriving there.'No, a mistress, not the mistress, ' he mentally corrected himself."You. Dad's doing his thing on the grill tonight." What's that mean?" With most people, a guy will cook a steak or something. But not my dad. He does a whole mixed grill and cooks every kind of meat imaginable, along with tomatoes, mushrooms ... You name it. And Mom's really serious, by the way. Because he cooks so many things, there's enough to serve an army. So if you and your parents join us, we'll only be eating the leftovers for a week instead of a month."By that time we had reached Susan's car,.