I began by licking Art's balls. "Oh God that feels good!" he shouted, and I shifted my attention to his engorged cockhead. He began to caress my head,... and continued moaning in pleasure as I sucked him. Finally, he shot strings of hot, salty cum down my throat, and we switched positions.He cupped my balls in his hands as he took my cock deep into his mouth. He then took my penis out of his mouth and kissed the tip before sucking my balls. "Fuck yeah," I moaned as he resumed sucking. As he slowed. We are not like that. We know that no one ever seizes power with the intention of relinquishing it. Power is not a means; it is an end. One does not establish a dictatorship in order to safeguard a revolution; one makes the revolution in order to establish the dictatorship. The object of persecution is persecution. The object of torture is torture. The object of power is power. Now you begin to understand me.”― George Orwell, 1984 (First published in 1948)I returned to my centrally located base. I'll grab you a glass of water if you like too, you must be thirsty. The bathroom is upstairs" Thanks a lot, I should just be a minute. I would really appreciate the water, I've gotten pretty hot and sweaty working all morning."Indeed he had. His small thin white t-shirt was clinging to his chest and abs. As I watched him move up the stairs I realized my bedroom was a mess of lingerie and panties. Hopefully he won't peak into the open door on his way to the bathroom. I poured Jon a glass of. ‘Y-yes, I really do.’ Stacey unhooked her bra and slid them slowly down her chest, revealing more of her tits to him. David nervously started at them waiting for her to drop it down to the ground. ‘I bet you’ll love them.’ As she said those words she pulled her bra away from her much anticipated breasts and threw it on the ground, showing Dave her firm little nipples. ‘Wow, sis.’I knew you would like them.Go ahead, touch them.’ With shaky hands, David reached over and grabbed her little.