We masturbate each other for about 5 minutes. His cock continues to get moist from his pre-cum. Pre-cum is dribbling out of my cock as well. "Jim, m...y I taste your pre-cum" Mr. Hood asks. I simply nod. Mr. Hood moves a bit and leans down. He takes my cock into his mouth. I feel his tongue move around my cock's head and shaft. My head arches back. Mr. Hood's mouth on my cock feels good. Mr. Hood pulls his head up and asks if I want him to continue. "Oh! Yea!" I utter. Mr. Hood moves my. At one time or another during our frequent lunch dates I’d told her everything I’d done with Chris concerning the lifestyle. At first, sharing that intimate knowledge with my mentor was somewhat difficult. However, I knew she’d use everything I’d told her to orchestrate a scene that both of them would enjoy.“I have a slightly younger model, but he’ll do quite nicely. Speaking of which, you’ve both met Geoffrey?“Yes we have,” I said, while Chris nodded his head in agreement. Just like both times. The one nice thing about Dad's group was that they always allowed me to tag along with them whenever they visited "the Point" so that I could essentially be wowed by their collective ingenuity. The Point was in fact a place where groups who were granted special permission by the AI could meet and interface with Consensus's computer systems. That allowed them access to crucial information that was not usually conveyed to the general public. Of course everything had to be translated, but as I. Andrew's features were hardly recognizable, his distended jaws an almost grotesque sight, his normally full lips stretched thinly around the girth of the cock. And despite his obvious effort, less than half the black cock was down his throat. Andrew was desperately gagging, his eyes closed, tears streaming down his cheeks. The boy did not see the newcomers, but Thomas did. He instantly recognized Sara, Bettina's daughter, a girl he had been wanting to fuck for a long time. And now, there she.