I shiver with pleasure as you stroke your fingertips down my ribcage and tuck them gently into my waistband, pulling me to you. I reach out and stroke...my hands up your soft back. I revel in the tingling that darts through my palms just from the pleasure of touching you. I feel your hands move to my fly and I tuck my thumbs into the sides of your sweats. I lower them gently as I kiss a fiery trail down your torso. As you kick the pants out of the way I reach for the scrap of lace pretending to. Unless I specifically tell you otherwise, all of your chores are to be performed without my prompting. If you forget a chore, you will be punished."Every morning, you will wake me with a blowjob. Then you will start my shower and lay out my clothes for the day. I want coffee and breakfast waiting and ready in the kitchen by the time I come downstairs."Every evening, I want dinner ready and waiting for me on the table when I get home from work. You will also be responsible for cleaning up after. He opened his mouth to say something but nothing would come out. Fearing he would just stand there and croak he decided actions speak louder than words. He leaned in to kiss her and noticed her deep brown eyes close slightly. Her scent filled his nostrils, a wonderful heady aroma. His breathing deepened. The first kiss was soft and natural, almost immediately perfect with no awkward bumping of noses that often spoil that important first kiss. Oh Boy, he thought. A phrase sprung to his mind. After Sam’s licking had brought her to a mind-shattering climax, I took him outside to recover from his first sexual experience with a human. When I returned to the living room, Frank was on his back with Nicole riding him slowing inserting her father’s penis into her baby-ready body. She did look smokin’ hot as her tits swayed beneath her. Frank tried to catch them in his mouth as they came close, even sticking his tongue out to lick a hard nipple, hoping to suck it into his mouth. I moved.