This went on for probably an hour or 2. I had lost track of time but I knew it had been a while. My jaw was aching and my arms tiring but I didn't sto...p. I didn't want to disappoint my new master so I kept it up and sucked like my life depended on it.After a while Marlon stopped me again. "Your getting there bitxh" he said as he took a step back. "Pass me your thong" he ordered.I pulled them down my legs exposing my pussy to him and threw him the thong. "Now run your clit while I give you your. Having had tea, I was in the kitchen talking to her while she was preparing food for the night. Staring at her during this made my 6-inch tool salute the whole time. I was building up an urge to press those milky boobs and spank her ass. I thought I should make use of this opportunity and get hold of it since no one was around.In a sudden gush of adrenaline, of I caught her from the back and put my hands on her boobs and started to feel them. She was not wearing any bra underneath. I also. " I think I do." I know it ain't fair to ask. It's just that I hate the idea of her goin' off to be with her friend so much that it makes me almost sick to think about it. I believe he's a good guy n' all; hell, I suppose I'm even a little grateful for him lookin' after her but it still messes up my brain. Can you understand that, Randall?" Sure I can understand it. I never met a man as strong as you, Uncle Jack but damn, everybody has his limits! I don't know how you've been able to deal with. Say 'Hello Jem...' Try it." "Hello Jem..." "Chirp, chirp..." The Don choked on his cigar as he exploded with laughter. "Sit," he said. “Welcome Ms. Vaughn. We have business? What brings you here today?” “My husband Charlie Vaughn has some financial problems. I was hoping to talk to you about this.” Charlie Vaughn was a singer and he had just gotten into the mainstream. He kind of sounded like Frank Sinatra, but was more of a rock and roller. He was of the Harry Connick Jnr/Michael Buble.