I thought maybe adding something to them to get the blades to hit them. I was running out of time, and I panicked. I figured adding some of my other p...ills would do it.Yeah. I know. Now. They could have done a Lucille Ball sketch of me that day. It probably would be accurate. Well, maybe if you added a dash of Cheech and Chong. So I added some of my Luvox. I mean, they’re mood elevators, right? And that wasn’t enough. So, I added some of my medicinal marijuana. That did the trick, powdered. “Too bad for him; hopefully his toes won’t be where they get stepped on.”“What are you up to?” she asked warily.“I’m going out after breakfast to get what I need to protect my family. After that, I’m coming back here and don’t plan to leave until the problem is resolved.”“Jiiiiim,” she said in a warning tone.“Mother, I’m not going to do anything illegal or immoral. I’m just going to watch your backs while friends of mine look into the problem.”Mom warned Dad that I was up to something when he. Then I brought my face close to her erect member and licked the tip of the glans. It was smooth, very slightly salty. I kissed the tip. But my mouth was dry, and I knew that if I was going to give her a good blow-job then I'd need more moisture. I reached for the glass of wine I'd poured and completely forgotten about and took a big gulp. As soon as I'd swallowed it, I wrapped my wet lips around the head of her penis and slid them down until I had the whole of that ripe black plum in my mouth.. Her arms are outstretched and straining at the cuffs, I can see stubble beginning to appear under her armpits and I can clearly see her tears of humiliation mixed with dark streaked mascara running down her face. Her milky white body looks unwashed and dirty and I can hear her softly moaning. As the camera pans in for a close-up shot the lens captures the anguish on her face. I reach out and touch the screen trying to connect to her somehow to wipe away her tears with my hand. I've watched her.