.” He thought on the words. “This is a reprimand, not a threat. Perhaps one to be sent in blood, oui, but not like this; like an American Gangster...film. Your Contessa has you and your men. If she wants to send a message to the Elders, why not send some of you to deliver it to their doorsteps in the night? Speaking of which, I got a flag last night, which said that Nigel Mander had entered the US via Portland, Oregon, on a San Finzione Cultural Attaché passport; I’d meant to call you and ask. My nipples become impossibly hard asI feel a slight breeze caress them. My breasts shake slightly as I wiggle myskirt off my hips and step out of it. I take off my heels and kneel in thegrass in front of you, shaking, and naked. I look longingly at my clothes. It is a little cold, andI feel so exposed kneeling in front of you. I feel your eyes travel my body,taking in my hard nipples and the wetness between my thighs. I can't hide myarousal from you. "Good, stay there, don't you dare move slut". Sylvia couldn’t stand there a minute longer so she moved over to her bed and sat down. Her son’s hard cock was right there in front of her face so she just leaned into it and sucked it into her mouth. She tasted the pre-cum that had oozed out from his excitement and it tasted good. She swirled her tongue around the head and she felt it twitch between her soft lips. Sylvia had given hundreds of blowjobs but that one was making her pussy drip. When he thrust it in further, it hit the back of her. And not just this afternoon.“I don’t care if she’s unhappy. I don’t care what she wants and I don’t care what she might need. I think I said everything I care to say when I left this afternoon. If you must, you can tell her that I said there is no need to apologize and there is no need to feel badly. Your daughter is a very intelligent young woman. But she’s a common sense retard.“Somewhere along the way you’ve forgotten to introduce her to the concept of consequences. I saved her from one of.