OK, I say anythinggoes, I going to have a good time and we will worryabout tomorrow, tomorrow.”On the way there, my phone rang it was Carl, R...0;Hey Bro,where are you? Good, well there has been a change ofplans. Drive to the airport and look for hanger nine.You got that?”I asked him what was going on, he said the paprazzi hadfound the secret location and it was already a mobscene. We drove right to hanger nine and found acorporate jet waiting for us. Carl was already there. Frankly speaking, I love the taste of Women’s pussy juice. I pushed my tongue deep and deep inside her pussy and was keeping on tongue fucking. Meanwhile, I was pressing her b( . ) ( . )bs, pinching her nipples and twisting her nips. She leaked her juice after enjoying my tongue fucking for a nice amount of time; she now gets down from the table, spits out the bra from her mouth, and started caressing my cock.She made me sit on the chair; she then came to kneel down position near my cock and. A couple hours after he had left though, I was starting to feel bored and lonely, and had run out of ways to keep my mind off the itchy rash that was covering a decent portion of my chest. I’d done everything I knew how to do, and well, all the books I wanted to read were in Master’s bedroom. As was Master, who I really wanted to cuddle up with under the blankets as I felt his abs. Or possibly to have him lay his head in my lap as I fed him something, and maybe played with his hair. My train. "That's it. . .twist your hand. . .and yes! yes! You've got it, son. . .just a little more!" I grab the back of his head and shove it down against my cock. "Lick Daddy! See? This is where you came from just eight years ago. What is going to come out is what I put into your mommy to make you happen. That's it! Now nibble nicely! Oh yes, Daddy's good boy! Ahhhh! Daddy is coming!"My cum spurts out and splashes against my son's startled cheek and runs down over his pumping fingers, covering them in.