“Take it slow, son” he pleaded. By then I was in the throes of lust for dad’s cock. I had grown to crave it and fantasize about it even when we ...were apart. Once I felt his pre-cum emerge from the opening I leaned over and buried my head in his lap and drew in that penis. I made love to him with my lips, my hands, and my throat. Dad immediately leaned back, pushed his trunk forward and began breathing in the familiar way I had come to recognize. He was getting close to gushing. We both had. “And there will be people that want interviews. Remember th-”“Collect it for me.” Ken replied, his shouting tone wavering. He knew that if he stayed much longer, it would turn to quivering. Before he knew it, Ken - no, Klutz, the newest eSports superstar, had exited the building, no doubt turning a few heads on his way out. As soon as he was out of the building though, he was no longer Klutz. The man facing the chill of the early February air was Ken Lutz, 24, kind of geeky looking (go figure),. I ran back toward my horse as the shooting seemed to be dying down. We had only been ordered to take three well-aimed shots before dispersing so I figured I had done my job. A young boy stood holding my horse's reins and leading him away."He came loose," the boy said, looking guilty and shuffling his feet, ready to run."And you were going to save him for me, right?" I said, with a smile."Leave him be, y'big bully," said a light voice from behind me. I spun, bayonet-tipped musket extended and. My mother reminded me that it is 11 pm and time to take dinner. I asked Mr.X whether he would join for dinner with me. He said no and he wanted to catch a train to get back to his home. If he does not get the train and a room in any of the hotels, he may come back and I may have to give him some space to sleep.I said ok. Mr.X left and I had my supper and was in my room to study the cases posted for the next day and the arguments to be put forth etc. I heard a door bell and my servant went and.