Bennett could not beat that. Am I right, Kristina?’ A burst of morning air came through the side door. Oh, here we go. The brooding director type. D...ark hair tousled like he hasn’t slept in days or, if he has slept, it was underneath a size zero panties model. Black jeans loosely tucked into well worn hiking boots. Maybe he actually does hike? The fur around his collar, though, gave him away as ‘the director.’ Yes, I’d already judged him. While not exactly my finest quality, it has kept my heart. It didn’t change anything about how I felt about Jason. I still loved him.But it changed the other part of the decision. The Neil part of the decision. Last night I’d thought that Neil had chosen Hannah over me, and I was still angry at him for how he’d treated me at the weekend. Now I knew that Hannah was no longer on the scene, and I knew that Neil loved me enough that he was about to fly down here to try and rescue our love and marriage.All these thoughts were whirling around in my confused. Very happy." In bed?" Of course."Your father was a great lover, dear. The first time I saw him naked I almost screamed! Even soft his dick was huge! He was uncut -- uncircumsized -- and his foreskin seemed to almost be as long as his limp dick! That's what really turned me on. I'd suck that dick til it was as hard as it could get and then play with his skin, pulling it back to expose the purplish head and watch as it slowly retracted to cover it up again. When I'd suck him, it was as if the. I figured it was just a hoax, discarding the idea as spam. However approximately a month or more later, I received a phone call on my cell phone, from a Mistress Jennifer, she identified herself as the secretary of The Fems and wondered if I had time and was alone to answer some questions. I had just arrived home from work and said yes immediately, unzipping my pants, pulling down my boxers with one hand, I sat back in a comfortable chair, stroking my already hard cock. The questions started.