Her new eyes didn't see what her old ones had ­– not the pride and the warmth; the freedom of having their small but first and very own place. What... she saw were old damp spots on the ceiling; the mishmash of furniture, the tiny kitchen – a bathroom with a leaking shower. Why couldn't she still see it like she did before, like they both used to? Had she been spoilt?Juliana didn't really care for the posh luxury of the villa. She'd loved the big bathroom and having her food served, the massages. She sucked hard and I let out a moan of excitement at her developing need for my cock in her mouth only coming up at the last second for air.She pressed her nose into my pelvis bringing me to shudder that she had just deepthroated me.I could hear her sobs as she gagged herself on my cock knowing fully well the consequences if I finished my meal before she got me off.I felt a familiar stirring in my loins as rope after rope of cum shot deep into the girl’s throat who did not let up on her. One was that, while they were in a somewhat codified relationship, they did not see each other every single day. Mandy felt like she had plenty of time for herself and things that wouldn’t involve Ryan. If they moved in together, that would no longer be the case.The other was the moral code, or what was left of it, her mother had instilled in her when Mandy was young.Morals are interesting animals. Moral codes are like fingerprints; no two are identical. Everybody has one, but what’s in it. Delilah thought that was a little kinky but, being a Philistine, she figured this would be fairly similar to anything she might have expected from the men back home. The barons of the Philistines brought her a tight bone corset and two rather large gelatinous breast forms. Delilah dressed up her new boyfriend in these things and thought he looked a little butch, really, because he had such a muscular body.9. Now the Philistine barons were hiding in Delilah's closet, waiting for her to signal.