. you called me honey! I swallow, embarrassed, afraid my small adamsapple is so obvious when I do so, and I tidy my hair, tucking it behindmy pierced ...ar briefly before it falls back... will I ever get thechance to grow it longer?"Well?" You ask, tired of my waiting, and I take a deep breath and lickmy lips ready to respond, but.. you tease me some more asking if I'll goall the way!I gasp, feeling my poor cock stiffen painfully in my panties, making mesquirm, making it hard to think, before. "Off you go now! And I should like to see Dr. Jordan Mackenzie. Will you send him in, please?" she said."Certainly, mi lady," Jordan said."Patricia, you know, you would have made a great Lady back in the eighteenth century," he said, laughing at how convincing she had been in her Ladyship role.Once they sat down, it was quite apparent that both Patricia and Jordan had ravenous appetites. Within minutes, they had wolfed down the breakfast he had prepared and were sitting at the table lingering. He rolled his car into his side of the garage. As the wheel passed over the metal plate the weight of the car burst a paper package of match heads beneath the it. They flared intensely and severed the string that held the jar suspended. The jar fell, smashing onto the concrete floor and exploded with the power of a stick of dynamite. The searing flash and heat of the explosion set off a sympathetic explosion with a mixture of diesel and a common household powder. The effect was total in its. His stomach was so tight it rippled, and I was fascinated by the dark line of hair that descended from his belly-button, down into his pants. “What the fuck are you looking at, ya little faggot?!” I hadn’t realized that I’d been staring until he called me out. I jumped to my feet, holding the coach’s keys in front of me like they were a holy relic and blurted out the story about how I came to possess the keys and that’s why I was sitting there, waiting to return them. The older boy.