She called and his voice seemed to lift as she spoke to him, poor boy. When men are down they tend become vulnerable boys. First thing Sunday morning ...ianca went out and bought the Sunday newspapers running Kit’s story. The pictures were highly embarrassing for the Government, Fitzroy, Kit and everyone who is disgusted by such goings-on. Reading the story dispassionately, Bianca thought it could have been a lost worse. The tut-tutting was quite light-hearted, no attempt at censorship. That. I inhaled her musky, warm aroma deep into my nostrils then I sucked one of her meaty petals into my mouth. She began to squirm around and offer instruction. “That’s it, right there, ummmmm. No! Back up where you were! A little higher; at the top of my slit. YEAH, mmmmmmm, feel that little nub your tongue is on?” “MmmHmm” I replied with my mouth full of her labia. “Get over on it” she ordered.“You found it, yesssss! Stay on it, keep licking that spot and you will feel it swell up.”I continued. When they arrived, the Scallen family invited them in. When asked why they were here, Palla couldn’t help but tell them everything. Little did they knew that one of Zeather’s spy demons was there. Before anyone spotted it, it vanished. When Palla finished, Baron Boris welcomed them and offered them his hospitality. ‘We thank you sir.’ bowed Sir Reginald. ‘Is there anything else you need?‘ asked the baron. ‘Part of our group is missing. We would like to go look for them.’ said Lance. ‘I can. "I'm not treating you like a little BOY."Despite her reassuring tone, something about what she said set off little alarm bells in my mind, and she still did not release my hand. Quite the opposite in fact. As we neared the stairs she pulled me closer and protectively wrapped her arm around my waist. "Watch your step, baby. Down we go." 'Great,' I thought, 'Complain about being treated like a kid and she starts treating me like a toddler.'"I'm not a BABY! And I can do it myself!" I whined..