Doesn’t it?’ ‘I…yes…’ he said absently, the tiny surges of pleasure in his cock now as much of a distraction as the tiny flashes of light....‘And getting the gems depends on getting the key…and getting the key depends on pleasing me…’ Alice slowly raised her arm as she spoke, forcing Blake to look up a little as he followed the motion of the key with his eyes. ‘Then that must mean that getting the gems depends on pleasing me, too. Doesn’t it?’ A tiny part of Blake began to stir, then, trying to. I said I'll never get like involved with you...likeanything..er..sexual I mean. That is your business and should be privatefor you. But I need to know a lot more about certain things. Like thestories you've written and the things you write about. I can understandwhy you like to watch videos and look at photos and even read stories.But the ones you've written yourself are really intense. They seem totell a lot of what you think about and maybe even secret desires you mayhave. Your writing style. I had a flashback to the day I dropped Linda off. Her perfect breasts, The way her ass moved walking in her stilettos. I felt myself getting hard. I parked in the driveway and waited for my erection to subside before getting out.Three things went through my mind: 1-there was no game here tonite and the guys were trying to put me in an awkward position. (I did recognize their cars already there) 2-this was some kind of sex party. 3-It was just poker night and I was lucky I gave no details from. Pregnant? I don’t believe it!”“Believe it,” Mom said, scarcely able to control her grin. “They were both about six months gone.”Then she moved a bit away from the rostrum and cocked her head. Then with a decisive nod she continued, “You know, I learned something today. I learned that Jenny Henson is held in awe by many of you kids because she made $1,000 for a single night of fucking... “Well, I have news for you!” With that, Mom stuck out the tip of her tongue in Jenny’s direction, then.