Then, I pulled back and asked him if he had anything left from his sister for me."Oh, mom, just look," as he stepped back and nodded down to his hard ...ock pointing up at me.I knelt down, taking it in my hand and sliding my lips around the tip as I began to suck on my son's cock."Mmm, Mom, oh, that's so good, really good. Oh, I knew I wanted this, I knew this would be go good. You suck me so well," he moaned.Well, I should, I thought, I'd started when I was twelve after all. The first time I. I glanced at my watch and saw I was running out of time. The men just didn't seem to dwindle as they normally did around one o'clock. I stood up after picking up my tips and walked out into the narrow dark hallway. The boys there asked me to stay and I let them give me a few feels before inviting them over to the theater.I walked out into the lobby and straight to the theater door. Peggy was at the counter and said "Good. I was hoping one of you girls would go in there. We have a bunch of boys. I roll my eyes and smile. I find it hard to believe these three are Napoleon's lackeys. Saul will be safe with them.That's the last one, Saber says as he looks over the empty ground. I can see from the haunted look in his eye, this journey is a trial for him as well.Everyone in, he commands.Nimrod and Saul hug one last time. I give Saul a long kiss good-by.May the universe guide you, I intone to Saul.What does that mean? Holiday says in a stage whisper.Just get in, Saber shakes his head.And the. I suppose it could be like this," she answered thoughtfully."It's not the salidin that makes a person a slave, no more than a tattoo does. It's the slave masters that make the slave. Oh, some say it's the slave that makes the slave. That one truly isn't a slave until one gives in and becomes a slave, but I think that's ridiculous. When you're in chains and the punishment for resistance is death, what can you do?"In the south we don't have slaves; we have Liege Lords and serfs. Oh, Vel told you.