..thank you, daddy", he said. "Good boy, keep kissing boy", daddy said softly, his excitement growing as he played with a nipple with one hand and gen...ly clenched boy's hair with the other, pushing boy's head lower as he ground his crotch into boy's face. Boy gasped a little, his own cock throbbing, feeling the shape of daddy's already hardening cock through the trousers. He moaned a little, trying clumsily to mouth it and groaned as daddy pushed his face hard against it. Still clenching boy's. I stayed to my work and listened knowing that this guy is not getting good sex, can’t afford hookers thanks to his c***d support payments and works this side of the River 50 hours a week. I think we can make this a regular thing if I treat him right. After about 30 minutes I noted his increasing tension, hardness and his balls crawling up to get ready to launch. He said in a firm voice “I hope you like to swallow because I like to hold guys down on it when I cum.” His legs were bouncing up and. He started to run in circles around the small circular yard, but in his over-stressed condition, he wasn’t breathing properly. He ran until he fell over coughing, wheezing, and crying. He pulled his phone out again. This time, he got an answer.“Who is this? Why are you calling me?” Ant shouted into the phone.“Ant, are you alright?” Mark asked.“Yeah, I am fine. Who is this?” Ant asked again.“It’s Mark,” he said in an exhausted fashion. “Ant, I am so glad to hear your voice.”Ant responded, “Mark,. And Abby's all shook up."Mike didn't relish sharing the news that he was bringing Abby in to interrogation, that he was making her a very active part of the investigation. "Got Ziva babysitting him in interrogation, McGee running an ID check on him. DiNozzo's bringing Abby back."Mike took another swallow, watching his boss. Tom had been his team leader a while back and they were good friends with a healthy respect for each other and their jobs, even though Mike admitted he couldn't be that.