He gasps loudly as I very slowly slide my mouth down his cock, making my throat relax so that he can reach the back of my throat. This is something I ...ave been trying very hard to achieve, and I have to concentrate on my breathing if I am to successfully get him deep down my throat. If I forget to breathe I will gag, and then I become a little frightened and back off. I now hold my mouth very still with his cock deep in my throat. Just allowing my tongue to swirl over and around his cock,. Janice was at work and personal calls were frown on so I didn’t call her and let her know what was up. Instead of my nightly call I’d just be home.I didn’t get ou of the office until after six and I got home around six-thirty. I walked into the house and found both kids sitting at the kitchen table eating their dinner.“Hi kids. Where is your mother?”Marie said “She’s in your bedroom with Uncle Brandon.”The sarcasm in her voice when she said “Uncle Brandon” was not lost on me. Uncle Brandon?. "They hate you. It is time for you to die. Go on, murderer." Roja leaned in toward Brant. "Go on, murder me in my sleep."Brant's face twisted up in fear and hate. He threw himself artlessly at Roja, knife raised high, voicing an inarticulate scream of rage. Roja's right hand flew out like an arrow, and grabbed Brant by the throat. He began to squeeze. Brant dropped the knife and his good hand went up around Roja's wrist, the other flopped against it uselessly. Roja squeezed harder. In a long. A man this handsome had to have a wife. Maybe even mistresses. I could use that against him. Every man ached to witness me breed their women. He would have that itch at the tip of his cock. I could use that. I smiled as he opened the door into a side room, a pair of chairs around a marble coffee table. A tray with two shot glasses and a bottle of vodka with a green label rested in the middle of the table.“Shall we negotiate?” he said as he took his seat and grabbed the bottle of vodka.I nodded.