"I am not going to kill him," I said shaking my head. "Good," Alice replied. "You're better than me then. Call me if you need anything." "Can you take...Jack for the weekend?" I asked. "You sure he will come with me?" Alice asked. "I will bring him to your house, have Eddie show him the video games he bought, he will be fine," I said. Friday night came fast. All the things I wanted to say was on my tongue and ready to be fired out. I heard the car door close and the footsteps approaching. This. It’ll have to be in a wheelchair, but at least maybe you can watch.”“I’ll be good, I’ll be good, I promise!” Linda pleaded in her best ‘little girls’ voice.“Okay, Boys, TEN-HUT, ABOUT FACE, READY, ... GIT.” Sheila giggled.With that Jim and the gang began chuckling and left, promising to see us on Saturday.It was odd that Dad rushed to join the gang. I looked at Bob, and I didn’t have to read his mind to know he had the same questions I did. I was just starting to wonder when Greg said, “I think. ****************************************** With their masks tied to their faces, their third glass of champagne was delivering its warming giddiness. The canapés and finger food were delicious and sated their appetite as the perfect counter to the alcohol. Placing his empty glass on a silver tray, the red-haired waitress smiled at Jack as he chose another full glass. She was incredibly delicate, demure even, her flame-red hair and pale skin gave her an ethereal appearance that was deeply. It smelled like sex. It felt heavy as it rested on my wet and eager lips. I tasted the tip, trying to consume its thick and oozy coating of precum. It felt like nectar to me. His manly shaft was like demigods sword - I had to be as close as humanly possible to its might. I felt his powerful hands on my face, my ears and in my hair. It felt as if his touch lit my body on fire. Master tightly gripped my head and started fucking my face. I dreamed of this moment for weeks. I was promised a release.