“Sorry,” she said. “I didn’t know he was going to do that.”“It’s OK,” I said. “He knows we’ve had our issues and it’s his way of... pushing us, gently, to get past them.”“I am sorry for everything.”“It’s water under the bridge now. But remember, it can’t happen again.”“I understand,” Jeri said. “Thank you for approving my trip to San Francisco, even though it turns out I can’t go because of the wedding.”“You’re welcome. Ben Jackson wanted you to speak. I felt you were the best person to do that,. Trying to keep from having the thoughts that were racingthrough my head, I stood and grabbed Lillian's hand leading her to the dance floor. Lillian loves to dance with me; my dancing is what attractedher step mother to me. The band was playing some Bossa Nova, Girl from Ipanema, Lillian's favorite. The way she swings her hip alwaysamazes me, the added little bump at the end of each swing of her ass. As we danced, I became more aroused by her intoxicating beauty. Ifound that my hands stayed in. She was tentative – only allowing half of my penis to enter. While I was enjoying the soft and wet insides of her mouth, she used her right hand to massage my prostate. Her technique was awesome. Apparently, her previous boyfriend had taught her the finer art of cocksucking. As I began to feel the excitement increase, I knew I was getting close to shooting my load. So I firmly grabbed her head and thrust the full length of my penis into her mouth. This made her gag immediately and she pressed. So I put all my effort into pleasing the dick in my mouth.I sucked.I swirled my tongue.I bobbed my head.My hands stroked his shaft and played with his balls.I stared at Master’s face, watching him twitch and groan as I pleased his dick. His eyes fluttered, moving back and forth rapidly beneath his eyelids. And then they opened, the blue of the sky staring unfocused at me.“Zanyia?” he groaned, sounding groggy.I popped my mouth of his dick. “Master!” I squealed. “You have such a yummy cock.”My.