I tell you be a good slave and get on your knees and let your panties show under your dress. Aww you are so fucking cute.....I almost want to tear off...my nice black dress and put on my strapon amd fuck the hell out of you!!!! But I can't, I have people waiting for me slave. People more important than you slave! I tell you to reach under your dress, pull your panties to the side and let me see your tiny soft pathetic baby dick just hanging there......look at it! Little piece of damn shit , not. As it did, she saw his eyes flutter. His nostrils flared as if he were sniffing her."That's right sweetie," Charlotte said softly to the ailing boy. "Mama's here to feed you. My belly's full of nutritious honey to make you all better."The boy's mouth, pressed to her belly, opened slightly."Oh my god," Annie cried. "He's responding!" The boy tilted his head and attempted to lick the sheen of honey from her abdomen, but his lips and tongue were very weak.Charlotte grasped here abundantly full. "Catherine shut the wooden door with a heavy click, but remained standing where she was. Her hands clenched into fists at her sides. "How did you know?" You just told me with your eyes," I replied."You'll do penance for this." So will you." My body continued to hum with arousal, like the taut strings of a violin still resonating with vibrations. I lifted my arms above my head, stretching out in a posture of utter submission. "Are you going to tell Mother Superior, or do you want to punish me. But I didn’t worry about putting on a bra or panties. I was not expecting the boys to be awake, frankly. They were out late, how late I’m not sure, probably until one or one-thirty. I was in bed, sleeping. I trust my son and his friends to generally do what’s right. Naïve? Yes, maybe, but I have to trust him a little or I’d go nuts! My house is a simple one-story ranch. My bedroom is the one on the right. My son Art’s bedroom is across the hall. His door was shut, as usual. Kevin stayed in the.