Peering in to her eyes, at those amazing eyes, ‘I know that I will never find the words to describe your beauty, not in this life time, or the next�...�� With her smile returned, I take advantage of the situation by chiming in ‘Now,… Eat your soup before it gets old. ‘ A slightly stronger smile followed by, ‘… k… ‘ Putting the tray stand over her lap as she sits up, ‘Okay, we have tomato soup, saltines on the side, grilled cheese, with and without ham, cut in to those triangle you like so much, and. Gibson explained that he would have a client coming in at any moment. He wanted Marcy to get under his desk and give him a blow job during the meeting. It was her job to be discreet so the client didn’t know what was going on. He said this would add to his excitement. Marcy was no sooner kneeling under the desk than the client, Mr. Lewis, came in. Mr. Gibson stood and shook his hand, taking care to hide his throbbing cock pressing against his pants. Once he sat down again, Marcy quietly undid. Even worse, I had to commute to school, a trip that lasted almost forty minutes. But it could have been worse I guess. I was an eager reader and spent the trip reading, most of the time some book or other, but sometimes I 'repetition read' that days homework. There were no other kids on this particular bus so I had a lot of time to kill. The funny thing was that while the bus was never really full, everyone had their 'own' seats. What I mean by that is that they always sat in the same seat and. The floor of the cave was muddy and hot now...my feet sinking in deeper each step I took. The smell was of hot ball musk, filling my lungs. Suddenly I could not step any further, my ankles being held in the mud. From behind me He whispered "all the Cum that is not fed on, that is spilled in wasted masturbation, are a sin to Him. This Nectar flows in the earth back to Him and settles in pits waiting to be regenerated into lustful worship to Him!!" At that, I was thrust to the floor of the cave,.