. p... kkshh..." Tears streaming down his face, he bowed his head and let his shoulders slump, looking more pitiful and defeated than should be possib...e for such an intimidating figure. His voice sounded like some precious piece of fabric being torn over and over as he said, "Please tell me I'm a good boy. Please. You don't have to mean it, it's fine if you don't mean it, just... just let me hear it... just a little bit... please..." Awwww..." It had been a long car ride to reach that place, a. His one bright spot seems to be creativity. He has a vivid imaginationbut lacks the basic abilities to express it.After seeing Nathan off this morning, I lay down on the sofa to try andcatch up on some of the sleep I had missed last night. When the kidsstarted getting up, I roused myself to get dressed and get breakfastready. We were behind schedule, so I simply got out cereal and milk andset the table. The kids filed in, fully clothed and in their right minds,and then Sarah went to get. She sucked as if she was trying to suck out Mobu’s very soul through his urethra.Giselle tasted the droplets of semen that had been left in his urethra as the pressure of her sucking caused them to erupt into her mouth. Mobu was trembling and groaning in his throat as Giselle slurped so eagerly at the most sensitive part of his black member. As her lips closed even tighter around the sensitive rim of his cock-head, he could feel the unmistakable sensation of another orgasm starting to build up.. As she started too pee she remembered the most embarrsing part, she had squirted omg he laughed at her n called her a little slut wife because of every time he would shoot his cum up her ass her pussy would gush a torrent of cum n she remembered he shoot his hot thick nasty black cumm in her ass about 8 times and every single time she would squirt back on the elevator floor n on his basketball shorts because she saw the cumm stains when he but her on her knees n rubbed his big ugly bulbous cock.