I whimper in supreme frustration and growing arousal, my fingers now sliding from my clit to my slit and back again. Your hand is stroking hard now. T...e fingers of your other hand pinch the spongy head of your cock occasionally, and that makes you squirm and pump your hips. I feel like I'm dying for your dick, my pussy lips beginning a light quiver. I try to slow myself down, knowing that quiver is a precursor to the big o. The circumnavigation of my fingers slows to half the speed it was, and. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with any disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword belt, place my shako on my head and set out for my term of duty. I checked with. “Tell her to suck my cock and show her mother what a proper blowjob looks like,” he said, smiling, with an equally confident look.Johnny looked down at Infinity. “Suck my cock and show your mother what a proper blowjob looks like.”Bill made an exasperated noise. “No, I told you to tell her to suck MY cock!”“She's MY slut, Dad,” Johnny said defiantly. “She sucks MY cock.” He put his hands on Infinity's shoulders and got her to kneel. “Give your mother a good show, and there will be reward for. Gill, as I called her, had a habit of dropping her consonants, a beautiful, cultured, and well educated women, happy to be my personal assistant, lover, and arranger of my sexual needs for men, well boys if I am honest, I had many men as a girl, now I like them younger and more innocent, smooth skinned, and hung like bloody bulls, as she put it.Mom had been my educator, herself exposed to men at an early age, so she knew the ropes, as girls we had something most men craved, she just turned.