" He did something then, something that showed her he still cared, that this was just a scene, and that he was working toward a goal far higher than m...king her feel like a pack mule and slave. He reached up to her shoulder and pulled the sweaty ball of her hair away from her neck, laying a cool, wet bandanna over her shoulders in its place, relieving the itch. "Now move," he growled.Dutifully, she pressed on, tears of humiliation and shame turning to tears of joy as she realized she had not. 90 per cent of the time she,d climax long before me and I,d swallow her strong tasting musky juices which was very pleasant tasting and unless she pushed me away I,d carry on. Most of the time when she stopped me it would be to suck me to climax as she said “If you carry on licking Lady Kitty, her pet name for her snatch, that she d likely bite my cock and she Didn,t want that as she often had some intense orgasms and her involuntary actions could easily bite my cock. I found out the hard way. My palms grew sweaty. It was silly. I'd done nothing wrong - I was a parent now, for goodness sake! But just being in the principal's domain brought back bad memories.Undoubtedly, this trip to the office would be nothing as traumatic as the time my parents were called into school to witness the lecture after I'd filled the toilets in the boys' bathroom with Jell-O. And the incident in fifth grade where I was accused of pushing over Suzie Watkins on the playground, when in fact I'd done nothing. That evening over our late-day meal of bison stew, my mother, Tonni, and I talked about the cave they found for us, while I was hunting. The camp had an adequate supply of meat for tomorrow; so we hunters would not be going out to hunt. My Mother and Tonni would take me to the cave, so I could see if it was adequate for us. Over the past seasons, I had come to realize that women made their decisions and then gave their mates a choice. Their mate could do what their women wanted them to do or.