“… So, go on, tell me more about this mystery work that you’re always so secretive about”, I said, trying to wheedle more out of him. I guess ...he drink had made me brave enough to ask more directly and as luck would have it, also seemed to have lowered Paul’s reluctance to get drawn into conversation about it.He hesitated for a few moments, debating in his mind whether to open up about his work to me. “…well, I shouldn’t tell you, actually I could get fired and worse, I could even get sent to. “D-Darius,” I shook, feeling his cock in between my butt cheeks. He seesawed his cock up and down. It was so long, so big. “Gia, it’s only a matter of time before the white models I work with go black and let me in; giving me their pussy.”“I won’t, I can’t go black,” I struggled to said.“But you will let me in. And you will want it again and again,” Darius kissed my neck, my shoulders, my back. “Let me in that white pussy.”I couldn’t fight it anymore. My legs parted slightly, my back. How can we expect our sons to learn and sit exams when all they can think about is sex? My son has excelled in school, aced his exams, and is a much happier and confident boy now. And I put all this down to the fellatio I've been performing on him since his sixteenth birthday, three months ago."She then went on to say: "Furthermore, he enjoys the experience immensely. So much so that he now insists on performing cunnilingus on me before I take off his underpants. It's also been a great learning. ”Bethan nodded, “I’ll see what I can do.”Bethan pulled her coat close to her body and wandered up the lane to their terraced house. All the while she was muttering the words fifteen quid, fifteen quid. ooOooOn Wednesday, the three of them were listening to the radio while Johnny played with the toy plane that his father had made him. It was his pride and joy.“Oh for fuck’s sake, Jenny,” whispered Bethan, “it’s for fucking fifteen quid, think what you can buy with that.”“He’s a fucking twat,”.