The sensors he counted on were more primitive: Mechanical pressure plates, virtually invisible threads that could break at a touch, and even paper pan...ls that would indicate when the air flow against them was disturbed.He waited, watching their progress through the labyrinth of his defenses, as indicated by his sensors, until one particular indicator jiggled. With a smile on his face, he went to meet his enemy.Darren cursed when the floor dropped out from under him, and tried to use his ability. His right hand jerked up and down, unpeeling the foreskin from his cockhead again and again. Lube bubbled out of his pisshole and seeped down under his foreskin. His prickhead gleamed with the slick fluid and his foreskin made squashing sounds as he worked it up and down.The other boy dumped some beer on his own lube-greasy cock-knob. The beer ran down his cock and over his brown, sweaty balls. As his hand worked up and down, his grubby toes worked sensuously. "I'd like to shove this hog down. She pulled up the black fabric until his cock spilled out before her face. She licked the tip. "I tried not to be, but I couldn't help myself. I ached to be wicked. I was a whore, just like you said, Father. Thank you for taming my desires."Father Augustine groaned and pictured blonde, Britney Lawson kneeling beside her mother, looking like a younger version of the mature beauty tonguing and nibbling on his cock. Patience and she will be yours, whispered the feminine ghost. Mother and daughter. I was thinking about Luke. His devilish grin and beautiful dark eyes, and of course it wasn’t long before I was thinking about what it would be like to fuck him. This is a regular thought of mine… and it’s always good! As I was thinking this an email from the other side of the building popped onto my screen. “Hey Soph. Hope you are working hard. Looking forward to our drink.” Feeling naughty, I typed. “Very hard here. How about there?” There was a pause and just as I was thinking. “Oh shit,.