She shied a bit. Then I said –Me: My dear love, you will enjoy being eaten out of your clit, which feels good to the heart. And if the heart is happ...y, then we will.Mom: Son, are you sure you can take my weight on?Me: I am bloody sure as much as I gonna deep throat you after this.Till then, insecurity had been stopping her. Now she liked to sit on anything. She happily obliged and came over to me. She put her legs on either side of mine. She was looking at me and got paranoid.Me: Sit with. She was very graceful in all her movements, her mouth had a certain sensuality about it .. she was one hell of a sexy looking package I thought to myself. I also hadn’t missed the fact that she was giving me the once-over as well, and I felt quite comfortable with that. I have been known to completely demoralise down-town traffic when I'm wearing one of my sexy outfits, and everything was working smoothly in low gear. I could tell she was impressed with me, and that pleased me. We sipped our. ” His words seemed to become more entrancing and more commanding with every syllable. She turned away from him, acutely aware of his unflinching gaze falling over her body, and did as she was told - proceeding to the bedroom, lying face down atop the duvet, her face buried in the pillows. God, but the waiting was killing her. She heard the distinct sound of a belt being undone, of clothing crumpling to the floor, and the sound of ice clinking again in his Scotch glass as he took a sip. It was. Does that make sense?’ ‘Makes perfect sense,’ said Tom, placing a hand on her thigh. She covered the hand with hers, and continued, ‘It made me feel like an object again, a lot like I felt with the Keepers.’ ‘Keepers? That’s what they call themselves?’ ‘I can’t translate their real name. They don’t communicate with words. That’s how they described themselves to me.’ Zookeepers, more like it. ‘Eve, you’re not an object anymore, unless you choose to be. Honestly, in the past, I’ve always.