”“Sounds like a chore.” Ron said without much sympathy.“Yeah, it’s kind of like being a professional Quidditch manager.”Ron stopped to thi...nk about that. When he was younger, all he had wanted was to work for the Cannons. His younger self couldn’t imagine how cool it would be to hang out with professional Quidditch players all day. Now, though, it was just a job. Granted, it was a job he loved, but there were the long hours getting ready for each game, reading the scouting reports, dealing. Eiko: Hey dad who’s that guy on that skyscraper to the left? Dad: No idea. Eiko: I think he’s jumping off! He just did! And I think he’s coming over here! :Lands: ?????: I’m here to take you out. Man: So you think just because you came out of nowhere you think your going to beat me? ?????: Yes I think I am going to beat you. Meet my friend Masamune! Man: So you wish for a sword fight huh? I think I’ll use my trusty blue lightning for this fight. ?????: Are you ready then? … :Both start to run. ? She on the other hand could watch tv or read book and easily touch or stroke his cock to keep his excitement up.???At dinner, she fed Tim mashed potatoes.? She did not release his hands, but made him eat from a bowl on the floor, like a dog.? She only cleaned him up when he was done.? One hand was briefly released to go to the bathroom, but was heavily supervised and then immediately rebound when he was finished.? After dinner, Alicia took Tim back to bed.? In the bed,?Alicia?secured Tim's. “No,” I replied, “but I am accepting applications.”She chuckled.“Well,” she replied, “I should probably go.”“You can stay,” I replied. “You seem like a nice girl.”“I don’t know.” she said, sitting forward, clasping her tablet in her hands, “I really need to get some points.”“Well,” I said, “You did ask if there was a way we could work some things out.”“Yes,” she replied. “What did you have in mind?”“Well,” I replied, again grabbing my cock and squeezing it, “A blow job would be a good.