I put my hand in the middle of his chest and pushed him back hard enough that he stumbled a step or two to keep his balance. I put my hands on the top...of the rail and caught my breath. His expression flickered between hope and loss, guilt and lust. Had he come on too strong and put me off? Was I teasing? Was I upset? I let it linger, the confusion in his eyes cut into me and I could have loved him then. I let the smile into my eyes, curling the corner of my lip. I stepped up to meet him and put. I adore its smooth helmet, its veined and pulsing trunk, and the light dusting of undergrowth about its base. It will be so delicious to open my panting mouth around, to have my lips stretched by your beautiful engorged purple head, for your musk to fill me as precum seeps down onto my flickering busy tongue. I am kneeling before you, my eyes upturned; wide, dewy, begging for you to allow me the delight of pleasuring you. Let my fingers tease and tantalise those cum heavy balls delicately. I still felt a bit hot from all the testing though, and decided to take the long way home through my gardens and open courtyards.The moon had set hours ago, and Dakar has a tradition of no external lights on the night on Judgment 1, in sympathy with the monastery boys facing their gates. I found the tradition encouraging, a show of compassion by the township. But turning off lights is a far cry from turning off the practice of culling children. The gulf between their Holy and mine is still so. I saw the black dildo pointing toward the ceiling, and I got an idea. "Take that thing out," I said, pointing at the dildo. She did, maneuvering herself around so she could take the dildo out, while keeping her harness on. When it was free, I put it in my mouth to moisten it up, and so I could taste myself again. The Governor rolled onto her side and brought her legs up. I found her opening with the tip of the dildo, and slowly pushed it inside of her. She moaned as I fucked her, as I pushed.