And then, as I cut a slit to start the mouth - you know, the traditional gaping jagged jaws - something stopped me. Yes. Stopped me dead. A thought, a...voice in my head. Can't describe it any other way. It spoke to me. No - she spoke to me. 'No, please,' in a little voice just like that, 'Please don't hurt me.' I dropped the knife, stepped back. 'Help me. Free me.' Then she sobbed, her voice broke down. I cautiously placed my hand on the orange flesh, stroked it and she seemed to pull herself. She struggled to see further progress but he was always encouraging giving her the advice she needed to focus.The more she learned about him the she was impressed by his values and his sense of right and wrong. Demetrius was a man of deep conscience he was comfortable in stepping out of the mold even if it made him many enemies. His changes in the society and political structure of the Holy Roman Empire were a perfect example of this. At first Demetrius' changes to the domestic infrastructure. "I hear you boys like to suck cock," he said, reaching in and pulling his own cock out and pointing it up at us. Then he pulled our hands and made us kneel down in front of him while he took off his shorts and spread his legs as far apart as he could, his bottom scooting to the edge of the couch cushion. "Here, boys, have a taste of a real man's cock," he instructed, as we eagerly bent and both began to lick his penis with our tongues.I found his balls with one hand and let Kyle suck the head. Once mom came in, she said, “I got his total attention. You are smart.” I said, “I am smart but not lucky.”Mom asked me, “Why you say that?”I said, “You want to get the attention of others but how do I feel after seeing you this close mom?” She didn’t answer.I further said, “I know I can’t touch you, maybe it’s a sin, but I can at least see mom.” She was confused and silent. Then she asked, “What you want to see?”I said, “I want to see your boobs in real, without any covering. I want to see.