Tell me, was this inspired by a relative of yours?? ?Hah! No, my folks were very permissive?no actually by a therapist I've seenover the years?? Samue...l grunted as Miss Pratt switched off the radio, turning his huge blackhead to Miss Pratt. ?So you see, you're an inspiration, Prattsie..? Miss Prattsmiled grimly and bent her whippy cane over her knee, frightening the two nakedwomen who hanging from her ceiling. ?Yeah, ain't it the truth.? Kathy held onto the rope desperately, as Miss Pratt. . er ... Eva, would you like a cup of tea?" Charles asked her.He nearly made the mistake of calling her by her real name but managed to avoid doing that in the nick of time.Ivy continued watching the film, oblivious to him. He thought that she was listening to him but ignoring him on purpose. He hated this. He hated it that she was not even responding to him.Charles left the lounge and went down the hall, towards the kitchen. He turned on the light switch inside the kitchen. The kitchen light. Iwas filled with wonder at what kind of race would have had the talentand imagination to design and build the MAU in the first place, butnever designed in a countermeasure to thwart such a simple way tocounter its programming. Maybe the builders had sold their products tounimaginative people, which in turn made me wonder just where these hadbeen intended to go."Well, what did you find out?" she asked again."That we can take all the time that we want my love," I replied.First we explored my. His body was perfectly chiseled and black as coal too. Then he slowly peeled down his under wear. Our jaws dropped to the floor. "Holy shit, is that thing real," I said. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. It had to be almost a foot long, and it was so fat. "Do you girls like what you see," He said."Touch it Amy," Sarah said."I cant do that." You know you want to," Sarah said.I couldn't control myself anymore. I sat up and reached out slowly to touch his cock. I was so nervous, I had.