Marsh. Sitting in the chair, she grinned."Do you want to touch it?" No! No touching," she repeated.When she licked her lips, I asked, "Do you want a t...ste?" Oh, you naughty, dirty boy," she scolded and laughed. Then she added, "Okay, I can't resist it." Mrs. Marsh drew the chair closer. Her tongue licked all around my cockhead and then she opened her mouth and closed her lips around it. She continued to caress my cock's tip with her tongue and I tried to thrust forward but she pulled back.. And if she objects, then I'll use force. Once I would have been squeamish about that. I'd have said no, out of the question - but a diet of female flesh is corrupting. Once you've eaten your first woman, you no longer look at them in the same way. It's sad, but how can it be otherwise when you've ripped their soft flesh with your teeth? After that, the fairer sex ceases to be precious, and once delicate beings become something quite ordinary.It's an obnoxious appetite and I despise it, but. Tango and Irene were already on board. I introduced Qwit to Irene as one of my maternal uncles.Irene was the newest addition to the soldiers the Patron keeps in LA, she had arrived last Thursday to serve the next two year in the Patron’s military. She is a cousin of Bente, the girl Tango was going to marry in July.As this was our first meeting Irene addressed me as “Prince” and tried to bow, but I said that was not a good look in LA and is just silly in the airplane.“The term ‘Prince’ is. He was also black. When he saw me he looked away, but I kept staring. He started to work on his test again, but as he did, he opened his legs. His tight fitting khakis fit well over his brawny thighs and I could easily see a pronounced bulge in his crotch. As I kept watching, he spread his legs wider, dropped his hand into his lap and slowly began to massage the bulge. My pussy started getting wet, watching him caress his crotch with such an erotic, rhythmic motion. A smile shown upon his.