Jeff almost shrieked in surprise. He cried out, "Ed!" It was his grandfather--the one that had died of cancer three years before.Ed's reply was calm a...d self assured. "Hello, Jeff. Good to see you again."Jeff blinked in disbelief. It was indeed Ed--the same round, weathered face, the same plaid shirt with suspenders, the same pair of dark green pants that he'd worn almost every day since he had retired. More importantly, Ed was the man who had helped raise Jeff. Jeff's father had died when Jeff. Und da ich gerade nicht so viel im Fernsehen bin, dachte ich mir, dass wir beide doch ein wenig an meiner Gesangskarriere arbeiten könnten.“Oh nein, dachte ich, nicht das. Ich musste in meinem Job ja schon viele schlimme Sachen machen, schließlich hatte ich ein Haus abzubezahlen. Aber an einer Lorielle London Platte wollte ich wirklich nicht schuld sein. Ich machte mir auch eine mentale Notiz, meinem Kollegen Michael eine dafür runterzuhauen, dass er dieses Wunder der modernen. "You know what I want too," grinned the King. He guided her back to the throne and sat there, allowing her to face him as his legs sprawled to either side. "We haven't the time to get me out of this armour, but I think you can help yourself no matter what."Mercy whipped off the little jacket and peeled her top over her head while the Crimson King loosened his robe at the waist. He was ready for her. His thick cock rose from a tangle of red hair, and she was instantly on her knees, forming her. . a friend, Sir? Really?" I whimpered."Oh yes, and to be honest, he's even more dominant and mean than I am. The kind of man who will definitely enjoy training a cute little slut like you into being a real bondage fucktoy. Perhaps you'd like to meet him, hmm?"My breath quickened and my mind reeled. Was this going too far? Or was this what I wanted? I was starting to be overwhelmed, and for the first time, I considered using the safeword. "I.. I don't know, Sir... oh god.." He smiled at my.