Your eyes drop from my face to my cock as I stroke up and down my length. The first outfit consists of a tiny thong – similar to your own – and a ...ush-up bra that makes your already large and firm tits look incredible. Looking at you I stroke a little faster as you watch me. “And?” you ask. “Do you really need to ask?” I retort, glancing down at my swollen cock. “No, not really – I can see you like it. A lot, by the look of you. I like watching you stroke yourself." Slowly you kneel in front of. Her face reddened but she continued, "They're all getting abortions, as best we can determine. Although we were able to keep it from the public, there was private outrage from our Board and major stockholders. Fathers who used protection wondered why other guests didn't. They assumed such precautions were mandated. In the end, both groups demanded satisfaction. Father stepped down and turned the company over to me, about three years earlier than scheduled."I sat back down. Now it was my turn to. We greet each other and start talking, he asked me If I will be able to cool her down since she is like a lioness on the bed. Also, she was like 15-20 years younger than him. I assured him that I can after he finishes smoking proceed towards the hotel. I was following him towards the room.He knocked the door, his wife was inside and opened the door. She was looking like an angle. She was slim, about 5’3”, fair body with hairs like waves. We greet each other and entered the room. The room was. Up until my abduction.They were scared, actually. The people in that briefing room, with their mitres on and their black suits carried hollowed looks. It was plain in their eyes that they thought their chances - our chances - were too slim. Maybe that was because they understood what we were up against. I, on the other hand only had a faint idea, and was only partial to what they perceived as a horrific, end-of-days situation. Frankly, I thought they were overreacting, and that things weren't.