A sea-washed lighthouse stood near the tidal harbor, and its companion signal tower was on the shore. A red rocket burst above the signal tower alerti...ng the dirigible and town folk, as if they hadn't already seen the spectacle of the flying monsters in the morning sky. A wind-up siren droned higher and higher in pitch, which spooked the monsters, and they darted in all directions. It reminded me of the air raid sirens you hear on war movies. The teeming towns people paused to watch us fly. Henry released his hold and the synthetic collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.For a brief instant, Simon imagined that the man had finished belittling him, that it was going to be one of the good mornings, when his owner lacked the time to hurt him more.It was not to be.The seconds ticked past, and Henry still hadn't stood for his morning shower.Simon slumped in surrender, shutting his eyes in an effort to draw up willpower to last through whatever was going to come next - and to hope,. . you’ll be his boyfriend. Are we clear? You’ll still keep your word not to neglect her, of course. I will expect nothing less of you. You’ll be a loving, caring, uxorious husband to her, pampering her, doing all of her ‘honey-do’ lists, sharing your weed freely with her ... and with us, and generally just dancing to her tune, being at her beck and call. This is a big-ass favor that she’s doing for you, that all of us are, satisfying your long-term cuckold fantasy, so show some appreciation and. My fingers hooked themselves around the top of her panties, I felt her body shudder with delight as slowly, teasingly I began to draw them down, a broad unforgiving and erotic smile on my face that told of she had felt nothing compared to the moments that now were coming. As I drew them down, my lips continued their soulful assault upon her stomach, kisses that were spectacular and orgasmic, designed to be provocative and arousing. A little wiggle of her hips signified that finally the panties.