He face fucked herwith it for a minute and than made her lick the whole thing clean. ?now thatwe know the bootlicker is a little shit slut too- there'...s so much more funwe can have. That right bootlicker- tell me what you'll do for me.? Bootslavewas quick to respond, ?Sir if it pleases you my mouth is yours for anything,as long as I get to lick your boots and sleep under them. Oh Please sir, letme lick the now, Please? ?Then crawl and get my workboots slave, over by the door.? bootlicker. When I get home we'll all sit down and talk about it, okay?" She's coming, right? What, uh ... How do we act ... Mistress?" My dad was a little nervous, I thought, and that was cute."Act natural," I laughed. "She's still your daughter-in-law." Yeah, but ... Okay," he finally agreed, but Dad was still trying to understand the rules."Are you making dinner, Mom?" I asked, letting her know we could end our little long-distance scene."Yeah, uh ... Susan," she spoke slowly. "Just some spaghetti. It is your perceptions of harm that are invoking your consciousresponse. However, in your context, you are currently ignorant of thetechniques I am employing, although, as has become obvious by yourcontinued state of excitement, not immune to it's effects," Susan said."What techniques?" Chuck asked as the second shoe was slipped over hislace socks. He ignored the fact that he was still sexually aroused.Chuck also couldn't help but admire the dexterity of closing that singlestrap on the Mary. We'd put together a training syllabus and a live-weapons course, and once there was a school-house station to live and work in Admiral Sykes would move out here. Someone else could supervise the overhaul process at Jupiter Station, once we had the bugs worked out and were just sending the ships through the pipeline.I had spent all my attention on the big picture, making sure that we could safely use these starships. That was necessary, but it wasn't sufficient. It was painfully clear that I.