“I know you will vehemently refuse to grant me access to the kitchen so that I can at least clean up the mess we made, or I would already be washing... pans and dishes.”He nodded as he said, “My mother called to tell me that I had better not permit you anywhere near the kitchen unless I wanted to adopt my brother’s children as my own. She did want me to make it clear that his venturing into child abductions for pornography, prostitution, and sex slaves remained so well hidden that none in my. That made me smile, on the inside. I was too busy moaning like a slut to smile. I can’t imagine my life without her guidance. Her leadership. Her dominance.Just a few months ago I was all on my own, living in deep sin, not worshiping her thick cock.|My name is Jack, and I, like many other males living on America’s east coast, am still getting used to the new FutAmerica. I used to go to college to become an English professor. But that was out the window, like the rest of my life. My school. By now she was breathing heavier as I could see her chest rising and falling while kissing a soft straight line down onto her stomach, I teased around her navel a little. She giggled softly apparently that was a ticklish spot for her. I kissed along her waist just above where her pubic hair stopped, as well s along the sides onto her leg and thighs,being careful not to touch the prize yet. “Are you ok Crissy? Does this feel good?” all she was able to manage to get out was “uh-huh” I was. I suppose that, professionally, you should stand aside, mentally, watch me fuck her and, clinically and coldly, judge how well your programing works without getting personally involved. However, we’re not in a lab. You’re not standing behind a one-way glass wall watching anonymous subjects perform sexually! ‘In the privacy of a bedroom you’re standing a foot or so from where your husband is fucking a very attractive, naked woman! That could infuriate you or not mean anything to you — or you.