"She sees my disappointment, even though I try my best to hide it. "Now, now," she says, walking up to me, her smart leather attache in hand. It used ...o be mine; we have the same initials. Well, once we did. She presses my cheeks gently together, kissing me. "Don't pout. I'll take you to Serrano's this weekend. You can wear your little red dress and those red heels I bought you. We'll go dancing."Thinking of the red strap sandals and the strapless, flouncy red dress, I smile in spite of myself.. "You can't drive home like that," I said, noticing a slight slur to my own words. "How are you feeling, Faith?" She looked at me for a moment, and I swear her eyes scanned my body, before she answered. "I don't think it is a good idea for any of us to drive. Mrs. Dickens, would it be alright if we stayed the night?"Mom looked hungrily at me for a moment, and I knew what she was thinking. If they stayed the night, she wouldn't be able to have my cock inside her, but there really was little. Many times she would bring herself to orgasm just watching them undress, Talking to them all the while, ' oh fuck yes, three princes for this slutty princess' 'Three hard cocks all for me' Her fingers plunging into her holes, working herself into a frenzy. And when they joined her on the bed she would let herself be used in every way the princes desired. She loved feeling their strong arms move her into different positions and assault her delicate body. She groaned and screamed with pleasure as. "Now go report back that I have evil plans to punish you. The girls will be dying to know."She winked at me, and then hung her head as she shuffled back to their table. She was quite the little actress. I got back to studying.Tonight I was at the gun range. My character was supposed to have thigh holster for his right hand and a shoulder holster for his left. We were practicing drawing and shooting."I have a gun safety question," I said."Gun safety is good. What do you want to know?" When do I.