T.‘But shit! There can’t be many finalists in Region 3. Maybe two, maybe three, at a guess. And the creators of the software game are throwing us ... party?‘And what’s with the “[Recipient]” bullshit at the top of the so-called invitation? These days a monkey – or even a grandmother – can merge a list of names into a document. Shit, nobody even looked at the two or three “special invitations” that got mailed, apparently.‘And ... a hard copy invite? And they’re gonna have PCs? PCs? Nobody uses. .I promise, it'll feel so so good. OK?"I nodded and braced myself for the pain...not quite sure just how much I was about to endure. Daddy's cock pushed against my tight hole, slowly stretching me wide enough to hold his girth. "it burns Daddy..please stop..Daddy?!" I protested softly, noticing the burn start to fade as my pussy grew accustomed to his invasion. I realized I had been holding my breath and released it in a whoosh, along with a lot of tension I had been holding in. "That's it. Harrison insisted I shave my pussy for the evening's activities. My goodness, Dan, I don't remember your cock being so tiny," gasped Denise as she removed my underwear. "Was it always so little or is it that I am used to big cocks now?" she questioned. I groaned as more spittle leaked out the corner of my mouth and across my cheek. My cock disappeared completely, much like a turtle pulling its head into the shell."It is just as well that you are under the weather. Steve and Harrison told me I. " The argument never happened. The phone call never happened." Never happened..." I was in school all day. There is no reason to doubt that." In school ... no reason..."Jason felt sick. He had to keep telling himself that this was necessary, that he was doing this for a greater good. And it was for his mother's good as well. She wouldn't have the trauma of believing that her son was a drug addict.He paused to make sure he had not forgotten anything. He had only one chance at this, as he did not.