That's my good boy. Suck your man's dick. Make your man happy. I'm going to feed my hungry boy. Is that what you want? You want me to feed my boy? Tha...'s what I'm going to do. Feed my hungry cocksucker boy." I can tell he's zoning already, fucking my mouth as I work to take him in with every thrust. I want more than anything to be his good boy and to make him happy. My dick is hard and dripping a constant stream of precum. I need to touch it so badly, but I don't. I can feel it throbbing in. Letting my hand drop i slowly brush the feather along the inside edge of of your arm, and down your side. You flex grasping at the chains holding the cuffs to the bed pulling them tight. Grinning wickedly I set the feather on the bed so it's just brushing against the side of your left thigh. Watching you shift and squirm I intentionally pop the lid on the bottle off making sure it's quite audible. Grinning as you instantly freeze trying to work out what that sound could mean. You can feel the. One hand left her marvelous breasts and slid into her panties, directly to her damp lips. She continued to watch Tim as a finger urged her clit to attention. She moaned softly as it continued inside her slick pussy, so joined by its next door neighbor. Within minutes the tension mounted to the point where all Paige could think about was Tim's thick cock replacing her fingers. She hurriedly striped off her shirt and panties, replacing them with a thin summer frock.The slamming screen door drew. They were getting better, but from a biased perspective, the Jackson kids were much better at this point.After they were done, they left, but Miss Stapleton asked me to stay behind for a moment.“Michael, it was nice to see you and your family again. I hope it wasn’t too awkward for them. They appeared surprised to see me there. Hadn’t you told them I worked there in advance?”“When they asked Brian where he wanted to go on his birthday, I simply recommended, ‘Hooters,’ explaining I had always.