When it, too, was gleaming with wetness, she swabbed the upper surface. Moaning softly, she made it shine in the light. After satisfying herself that ...t was just as her father had ordered, she slid her tongue to his cock knob. Before she licked it, though, she leaned back just for a moment to look at his prick.The head was purple, thick with blood. The hole was a little above center and a trickle of thick, clear cum was dribbling out of it. Something made her want to taste it. She wondered if. She continued her breakfast in an air of introspection. It was a possibility she could not, dare not ignore, according to the newspaper report he was about the right age, and there was no doubt about it, the photograph was so similar to her late husbands' likeness in his early twenties.Rising impatience and some little hope, won in the end and she rang the breakfast bell and asked the maid to send the butler to her straight away. She told Hammond the butler to go and buy a copy of every. “Your enemies have looked all over for you, but they will not find you now. And you will leave soon enough.”“How do you know?”“This small island is well hidden, and…” she smiled, “there is an enchantment on it. It cannot be seen unless I wish it.”There was a lingering reluctance in his eyes. She could see he was still uncomfortable with the concept of magic, fearing to accept it.“Besides,” she added, “they have gone now, and will not be back. The men who escaped with you are also safe, hidden. But today I was not happy. The load I carried was just too much for me sometimes and this was one of those days. Well, I mean I am not happy with certain parts of my life. I loved my kids and my husband. It was work it was killing me. I put in way too many hours at the office then left feeling I something was undone. I left work every night with a tug of war going on in mind an incessant struggle between the need to stay and work or go home and feel guilty. Of course staying won’t have saved me.