She used one handcuff to attach my hand to the corner of her bed and the other to attach my other hand to the other corner. Now that my hands were too...spread out to support myself I was completely flat on the bed and feeling rather more vulnerable than was normal to me..."Babe, how will you be able to get to my cock if I can't roll over?" To be honest James, it's not your penis I want right now..." she spread my ass cheeks and continued to lick, this time more aggressively than last.My eyes. As I was leaving, Pyx stopped Vonda and me, "Master, is roast beef okay for dinner?"I sighed. "Pyx, how many times do I have to tell you, I trust your judgment, when it comes to food. You haven't made a bad meal yet."She blushed and bowed her head. "I know. I'm sorry. I just want you to be happy." I am happy. Whatever you cook will make me happy." How is the flan going?" asked Vonda."It's tricky. But I think I have it figured out." You could look it up online," I said."Oh no! That would be. I watched the mom as well as she waited for the ancient computer to boot through the long routine that was required of it. She smiled at me, again. It was the type of smile that I learned to be afraid of as a kid. That radar that tells a mother just what is going on in her child's mind. Or any child's mind.Too bad all men are somewhere still children.I adjusted the screen away from her and continued to type away at nothing. Or is it not type away at anything. I know, for certain, it is not "not. A pare of tight peddle pushers, that shows every line she has. Pulls back her hair in a pony tail. “There that should do it,” she marvels at her self in the mirror. “What am I doing? I’m acting like I’m going out on a date with him, jeez!” Just about dark Jack pulls into the drive way, comes to the side door and rings the bell. Mrs. Wells opens the door. “Come in handsome.” He grins. “Your embarrassing me Mrs. Wells.” “Come in, while you’re here studying, you can drop the.