"Just texting, don't worry about it. Keep sucking."So I did what he said, I went back to sucking. I sucked for few minutes, occasionally looking up to... see him texting someone. I could tell he still wasn't close to cumming. Finally he put his phone down and relaxed while I sucked him. All of a sudden, I heard a knock on my door. My heart started racing."Put your pants up, fuck who is here?"Andy started pulling his pants up, but he had a smirk on his face. When he got his cock away, I went to the. ‘No Alison. Not Sir, Master or Mr Wonderland. David, and just David.’ The carriage goes silent after his words. He expects me to refer to him by David? That just seems so taboo. The women always refer to their husband formally. David seems to read my mind. ‘Alison, if that discomforts you then you mustn’t worry about calling me David. However there shall be no ‘Sirs’ or ‘Masters’, unless you are playing around with me.’ I slowly shake my head. I can’t call him another name that he doesn’t wish. Morens was not the first town to greet them this way, and they had no reason to suspect it would be the last. The four entered a clean-looking tavern and sat at the bar."Can I help you?", the bartender asked suspiciously, but while taking care not to sound dismissive of them. Insulting mages is risky enough but to a businessman, offending paying customers may be worse.The man beckoned him closer, and the bartender leaned forward, hesitantly. The man's black blindfold hid his eyes, making his. She worked her tongue and lipsdesperately, doing as Frank asked without a second thought. The youngschoolteacher was completely addicted to the taste of his wonderful prickcream andshe sucked at his thick meatiness as if he were a giant straw. Gail was ready forwhatever Frank could give her and then some.“AWWWWWWW!” Frank shouted, his testicles tensing in an agony of anticipation.The fiery squeezing of her lips and throat were too much for the experiencedbusinessman. Gail was the hottest.