"Women are nothing but holes. But I am generous. If sluts like the Post can learn my rules, than I allow them to keep their bodies. If they don't lear..., they are not rewarded. Do you understand?"Tracy stares at me. Perhaps she still had a hope of freedom before hand. Her lip trembles. I imagine she'd have carried the hope of freedom as her excuse for doing anything I asked. Perhaps she assumed that I'd kill her if she disobeyed. The truth is worse, and she starts to cry in earnest. The sight of. I was enjoying myself way too much for that. Our erections was straining against their bounds, rubbing together with tips wet by pre cum, longing to be set free. My head was spinning and I could hardly breath, and everything felt like it was on fire. His fingers tangled in my hair, he stopped kissing me for a minute, gasping for air like me and then started kissing his way back down my stomach again, trailing my chest with his hands as he went. When he reached my crotch, he tugged my briefs off. I have been so worried. But, you intend to see him? I mean under the circumstances...” he said.“Aaron, yes, I need to. He is the father of our children. He cannot just abandon them. Yes, he’s got reason to be angry with me. I’m guilty as charged. But, he really does need to lighten up even so,” she said. The older man nodded.“The address, can I have it?” he said. She smiled, reached into her coat pocket, pulled out a folded sheet of paper and passed it across to him.“Thank you,” he said. “It. "When he came she suspended her mouth over his cock as he'd suggested, using the roof of her mouth to control the splashing; he felt her warm breath ghosting over the head of his cock, her hand firm around his shaft, and gave a great sigh of contentment. There was something to be said for intense sensation, but something also for a warm, relaxing orgasm at the hands of his beloved. He wished he could do that to her; he wished they could ever reach a point where it wasn't a big production for.