Brent was smiling, so that was good enough. Turning back to Emma, he licked her chin.“Who’s a good boy? Bruiser, Bruiser’s a good boy!” Emma s...id in her best baby-talk voice. “Does Daddy have a blanket of Bruiser’s he can get me?” she said. The question was directed at Brent, but she aimed it at Bruiser, keeping the same ‘goo-goo-gaa-gaa’ tone.“Yeah, sure!” Brent said. He dashed for his bedroom and returned immediately with a hand knitted blanket. It was only about three feet by three. ‘The second lesson from this experience is a mental one. As the cult’s mascot, you are an important part of the entertainment during the cult’s gatherings. Puppies are supposed to be cute and hilarious. When people laugh at you, you should not get angry, but you should rather feel cherished.’ She also made me try my limits with the mittens. With my hands enclosed in a fist, I became unable to grab or use many objects. I could not stretch my hands to my sides or above my head. She finally. Her ran his fingers across her pussy probing softly. I hadn’t expected him to be so gentle. In my mind I thought he would want to move much faster, but he planned to take his time and make sure they both enjoyed tonight. As I watched him begin to finger my wife I suddenly remember that I had brought a dildo and bullet vibrator. I quickly fished them from the bag that had contained the other props of the night and gently lay them in Michaels reach. He eyed the two items, a 9 inch true flesh. She was headed to Montana and I was going to Las Vegas. I was going to be able to do some Marshal's Service business, plus do some further investigation of the sniper I had disposed of during the recent mission that never happened.The girls were not happy to have to get up this morning, but it was to be a full day for them. They had made plans to spend time with Sue and Mercy again to do some planning for what I thought was to be for the babies coming.Lisa and I were both flying Learjets this.