"You got to clean it. I can't go home with all this cum and little girl pussy juice on my cock." he replies."But you said I didn't ever have to suck i... again!" she exclaims."No. I said not tonight, you will suck it again next time I pay you. And to be honest, I didn't plan on you sucking it but I didn't plan on cumming in you either. It needs to be clean so get started." Wait, we are going to do this again?" Of course, think I just do this once? Now that I know how much superior your pussy is. For a moment her head fogged up and she fumbled with the padlock, leaving it slightly unlocked.Shaking her head, the researcher went and grabbed the mouse she had been just scanned and then autopsied. After a brief once over, she figured she had checked it enough and hucked it into a trash can. Who needs procedure anyway.The beaker still bubbled, uncleaned, but she was tired after her twenty hour foray into madness. With a sigh, the chemist decided no one would notice if she just stored the. After some time it was ok. She :tum bahut badtameez ho. Me: kyu? She: tum kya bole last mein paper ke baare. Me: kya bola? Kab? ,I knew she was talking about wat I said’kitna lucky hain paper’. She: chodo kuch nahi. Me: batao na yaar bina tension ke. hum dost hain chupane ka matlab nahi. She: kitna lucky hain paper bola na wahi. kyu bola? Me: aur kya yaar itna beautiful cheez ko itna aasaani se touch kar raha tha paper tho lucky nahi hain? She :waise kaunse beautiful cheez ko touch kar raha tha. "You like that, Dad?" he asked. "Want to suck them? Touch them?" Yes please, son," Peter replied, desperately."Later, maybe." Feeling up his mother had given him the usual hard-on. He pulled his cock out from his pajama pants, and pointed it at his mother. "Suck it, Mum," he ordered.Her will had been broken by Brad a few years ago. Following his orders was what she lived for now. She felt the usual wetness as she turned and put Brad's large cock into her mouth. She felt the heat and moisture.