I think she came. I'm not sure though. I didn't finish inside. I pulled out and finished on her belly.We stayed in that position like we were frozen. ... guess she just waited for me to make my next move. I reached behind her head. At first, she shied away but then she realized what I was doing. I took off the gag. She moved her jaw like you do when your mouth is forced open for an extended period of time. “Why?” she asked.I gave her a halfhearted smile. I was too tired to give her a good answer.. I lick his cock up and down getting the shaft good and wet. Then I spit…once…twice… a third time and begin to stroke. Slowly at first then I pick up the pace. After a beat I slow down taking him back in my mouth this time I swallow him slowly deeper and deeper one inch at a time. He's so big and long I gag a little, but I continue to push knowing how good it makes him feel. I moan with him deep in my throat the vibrations of my vocal cords stimulating him further. I want to keep going but he. I come inthe house sweaty from shooting hoops, and there Frank was in his armchair withhis Wall Street Journal, smoking a Marlboro. ?I dropped the basketball and folded my arms,staring at him. And Colin, instead of rationalizingabout all the pressure he was under, how he needed a smoke, Colin justbegan crying, cause he knew I was going to beat his ass. "Please Jocko, please Daddy, itwas just one cigarette, don't beat Colin I won't do it anymore, I'll be a goodboy--" ?But then I snappedmy. A church spire pierced the skyline in the distance. “South facing, so you get sunlight all day long. These doors slide out, giving access to the terrace.” I stepped out, hoping they’d follow me, eager to show them the inbuilt barbecue area, but they both looked reluctant to come outside. “The master bedroom is this way?” Mia pointed towards the far end of the living space. I came back inside, pulling the glass door shut behind me. “Yes, that’s right,” I followed them across the room,.