“Yeah you pretty little cocksucker, love my big black cock like a good sissy faggot.” In the circumstances, that was inspirational, I contin...ued to swallow and then slide back up his long shaft. Normally I would have placed his hands on my head and let him deep throat me, but I needed to practice being in control here. The good thing was, that, since I was controlling the pace and depth, choking was much less a problem than it would have been with him holding my head and facefucking. He vaguely recalled briefly waking up sometime during the night. The roomwas pitch-black but he could sense that he was in his own bedroom. Theone he had been living in for years, once he had been able to come toterms with the fact that it had been his mother's bedroom. He couldsense a sweet, flowery odor, but he didn't know what it was. It made himthink about how his mother used to smell.Pulling at the restraints that held him tight proved to be a mistake.Between the pain that was. ” Instead, it said, “Newton Grove Police Department.”For a moment, I sat in the car, staring at the building. Faith said the Sheriff talked to Mom about Dad’s disappearance. If that was true, then why weren’t the police involved? And where was this Sheriff’s Office?Another thought occurred to me. What if the Sheriff Faith mentioned was really a Sheriff Magus? What if the local Magi knew something about Dad’s disappearance? What if they knew about the locket and wanted to find him to learn where. My face burns bright red as my dad looks at me with disappointment and shakes his head. Rachel&hellip, He sighs. Youre just like your brother. You need to get control of yourself, or get the fuck out of my house. As my father storms away, I search through the piles of clothes on my floor for some pants. I grab the first pair I see and slide them on, almost forgetting about the hairbrush. I glide my hand across my nipple to see if I could finish, but the mood was gone. I reach for my lighter.