CHAPTER FORTY FIVE

Reader’s Note: These are EXCERPTS from Joanne Swift’s Journal for October 12^th (Wednesday).

Taylor has just been given her new collar and clips on her nipples.

“I’ll try, Ma’am,” Taylor winced.

“Jiggle them for me,” I told her.

She shook her tits and they made a very satisfying jingle noise.

“Now we’ll always know where you are when you’re roaming around the house, so you can’t sneak around and hide.” I flicked the bells.

I poured some eggs, bacon, and half-eaten pancakes with syrup into her shoe and held up my third gift for her. “I made you this as well last night in your old room!”

“I’m glad to see my room was put to good use.” Taylor was clearly having a tough time adjusting to the pain shooting through her nipples from being squeezed by the clips.

I wondered if I’d put them on too tightly or incorrectly, so I took them off of her. I didn’t want her going to school where I couldn’t monitor her boobs to make sure that she got the proper blood flow.

“Why are you taking them away, Mistress?” Taylor asked, as if I’d just scolded her.

“You look like you’re in pain,” I said rather bluntly, as Taylor held her lunch bag in her hands.

“Isn’t that the point, Ma’am?” she said, and presented her tits for me to apply the nipple clamps.

This time I may have placed them a little higher up on the nipple, and she seemed to endure them a little easier, but I could tell she was uncomfortable.

I told everyone to pick something out for Taylor and I would get her dressed for school. Then I’d drive them.

“Does it make sense for her to get dressed if she’s just going to run to the car?” Donny said.

“Yeah, she could just run to the Prius like she did Mr. Vulgus’ truck last night! That shit was funny!” Scotty had no sympathy for Taylor and made it apparent he’d have made her walk to school naked if he could have.

“You could just pull the car into the garage and we could get in that way.” Janie actually offered some practical advice that made sense.

I usually didn’t use the garage because that was for Tom’s car, and with all our stuff in there it could only allow for one car. But since he wasn’t here that would work out fine.

That is when I remembered the car wasn’t here.

My key was – it was just a simple black fob that I had the presence of mind to stuff in my purse and bring home – but I’d left the car at Olive Garden because I was too drunk to drive even the short distance from the Loop to my house.

“Okay,” I said cautiously, “I may have left my car at Olive Garden last night!”

“Houston, we have a problem!” Donny announced, and the others did too.

“Let’s get you dressed and I’ll figure it out.” I wasn’t going to panic. I’d see if one of the neighbors could give us a ride. I dismissed the kids’ questions as to why my car wasn’t here by blustering and giving everyone stern looks about how little time we had.

It would only allow me a short reprieve from their questions. I would need to come up with a good explanation for why the car wasn’t here.

I quickly went through a list of explanations.

Car broke down? My Prius is relatively maintenance-free. This was probably the best excuse I could come up with, though.

Ran out of gas? Not likely at Olive Garden, and they know I never do that.

Sucked a strange guy’s dick and then tried to run home naked because I was drunk? Well, that was certainly the truth, but obviously that wouldn’t fly for reasons I didn’t even want to contemplate. The thought of telling the truth did open up a whole new, fresh batch of guilt for me though, and reminded me that I would set an awful example for them and probably ruin my marriage if the truth was ever discovered.

I vowed never to see Matt again or to speak of my shameful actions – I would just try to erase that chapter from my life.

I was just happy that my yelling had managed to send the kids all in different directions.

Since Scotty had come up with the idea of rotating picking out clothes for his sister, I let him choose Taylor’s outfit today. Janie wanted him to pick some of her Halloween costume stuff, but I sent her and Donny upstairs to finish getting ready while Scotty chose.

Scotty made up his mind in less than 15 seconds with no hesitation. I asked him if he was sure, but the confident little squirt just dashed upstairs to get ready and waved me off that they would be fine.

He chose a pair of thigh-high white stockings. They were just some cheap nylon stockings that I bought at Walmart that never fit me, but they would fit Taylor nicely and were very sheer with lace cuffs at the thigh.

At first I thought they may be a bit too sexy for school until I saw the rest of the outfit and realized they all went together quite perfectly. He’d chosen a Sailor Moon anime costume that Janie had grown out of over two years ago. It came with a very short pleated blue skirt and a white top with no sleeves. The top was decorated with a red bow in the front and on the back just above the ass. A cheap pair of stiletto heels completed the outfit.

“Oh my god, that evil little fucker.” Taylor had an embarrassed but amused expression on her face, and her amused tone made me think she was impressed he could have so quickly found the one costume that would humiliate her more than any of the others. “I suppose he’ll want me in pigtails too?”

“Naturally,” I said, and with a wicked grin I pulled her long dark hair into two strands to make pigtails out of them.

I was pleased Taylor was having fun on some level with her humiliations, and at the same time still quite confused at how well she embraced them.

“Sir Scotty knows I think Japanese anime shows like this are creepy!” She accepted the outfit and admired herself in a downstairs mirror in the living room.

I knew she was skirting the line of decency at school in this outfit because the skirt was designed for a much younger girl, and no matter how she stood or what she may do to hide herself, the bottoms of her well-rounded butt-cheeks were showing.

“You’ll thank your brother when he’s with his friends today at school for teaching you to appreciate your clothing when you tell him how fantastic it was he picked out this Halloween costume,” I instructed her.

“Yes, Mistress,” Taylor accepted my instruction.

“You’re lucky I’m l letting you get dressed inside the house,” I told her as we waited for her siblings to bounce back down the stairs and join us.

“Why did you leave your car at Olive Garden, Mistress?” Taylor asked me once she was dressed and we were alone.

“How dare you question me!” I blustered. I was actually thankful she reminded me to try to come up with a plausible excuse before the others came downstairs.

Donny and Scotty were dressed normally, but Janie had on a light blue Alice-in-Wonderland costume with white leggings and shoes. It wasn’t indecent and it didn’t show any cleavage or butt-cheek the way Taylor’s costume did, so there was really nothing I could say about her wearing the costume.

I ignored it and smiled. “I had a flat tire last night,” I lied to my children once I’d made up my mind on the plausible explanation for why I left the car.

I didn’t want to ask Mr. Vulgus for a ride because I was afraid his future son-in-law may be there and I didn’t want to face him.

“Let’s go see if Mr. Goldman can take you to school.” I led the kids out of the house and over to our neighbor’s. My plan was to check with Mr. Pewterschmidt after this.

“We can just do Uber,” Scotty held up his phone.

I didn’t know what an Uber was or how it worked, so I dismissed his suggestion out of hand.

“Let’s just see if our neighbors can help before we try something on the Internet,” I suggested, and he blithely followed me next door with the others.

I knocked on the door and heard a little rumbling. I had briefly thought about making Taylor come over naked, but it was light out now and I didn’t think Mr. Goldman’s wife would be a very good sport like he was about her training.

The woman who opened the door was a red-haired Greek goddess with supple, perfect tits. She stood about 6 feet tall, and was wearing only a very sheer skimpy housecoat that did nothing to hide her assets.

I didn’t have to look at Donny and Scotty to know that their eyeballs had popped out of their heads.

“I’m sorry to bother you but I must have the wrong house,” I said, explaining that I was looking for the Goldman residence. My initial thought was that Mort didn’t live here at all, and the reason he always seemed to be out in the yard was that he was just a local Peeping Tom that hid in the bushes of these people’s yard.

“Oh, you must be looking for Mort.” The woman had the same New Jersey-style accent as Mort, only it reminded me slightly of Fran Drescher from The Nanny.

“Yes,” I said – even I was left speechless by the attractive woman standing in the doorway. She called for Mort with a loud yell, and I heard him drop some dishes and silverware in the kitchen.

“Mort is such a klutz,” she smiled at me. She could have easily been a Playboy Centerfold and I was actually intimidated and somewhat mesmerized by her beauty.

“Yeah, he is,” I agreed. I was speechless and could barely mumble my agreement.

Once the woman realized I had no more to say, she smiled at my sons and looked Taylor up and down suspiciously before she went inside. Mort soon appeared at the door.

I wanted to explain Taylor was wearing a Halloween costume to school, but the captivating woman had left me speechless.

“I’m guessing you ran out of milk?” The little man was wearing yellow pajamas. He adjusted his dark-rimmed glasses. I had questions – so many questions about why, with such a devastatingly beautiful wife, that Mr. Goldman felt the need to constantly perv through the fence. But they would have to wait.

“No, I left my car at the Olive Garden because I had a flat,” I lied to the neighbor, and asked if he could give us a ride to school.

“I’ll do you one better,” Mort said. He offered to drive us to Olive Garden and pop a spare on for me.

I started to protest that we had very little time to get the kids to school, but Mort insisted that we could be up and running and to school with no time lost at all. “It’s on the way, and I’m happy to do it for my favorite neighbors!”

I’m a terrible liar, and one reason I don’t like it is that when I’m dishonest it tends to backfire on me like this. I was terrified that he would take us to Olive Garden and they would see that my car was perfectly fine.

I began thinking of a plausible reason that the tire was now in good shape but all I could think of was to pretend that someone must have come in the middle of the night and changed the tire for me. I even imagined running up to the car as soon as we pulled up and jabbing my key ring into the tire so that I could pretend I had a flat.

Can you imagine how absurd it must feel to WANT to flatten your own tire? This is what lies and deceit had done for me.

I was about to explain to Mr. Goldman and the kids that I had cheated on their father the night before with the man who was supposed to be getting married to our neighbor’s daughter and left my car because I was drunk, and just let the chips fall where they may.

“If Mr. Goldman drives us only part way, do I need to get completely undressed and play with myself in the car? Or should I wait until we change the tire, Mistress?” Taylor’s blunt question came out of nowhere.

Mr. Goldman’s eyes lit up with excitement, although he looked cautiously over his shoulder for his wife.

I wasn’t sure if Taylor somehow knew I needed her help and she offered that question as incentive for Mr. Goldman to take us to her school, or if it was a happy coincidence, but I seized upon the opportunity.

“It doesn’t make sense for you to get undressed if he’s just driving us to Olive Garden,” I calmly explained to her in a quiet voice so that his playmate of a wife didn’t overhear.

“On second thought…” Mr. Goldman was already throwing a jacket on over his pajamas and putting on slippers. “I can drive you all the way there.”

October 12^th, 2016 – WEDNESDAY MORNING – Joanne and kids are on the way to school in Mr. Goldman’s car.

I had never seen Mort drive his car before and I honestly shouldn’t have laughed when he pulled out in his vintage 1976 orange Ford Pinto station wagon. I probably wouldn’t have laughed if everyone else hadn’t laughed as well.

“I’m used to being laughed out when I pull something out,” Mort said with his trademark self-deprecating style while we piled into his car.

“Hey, you have nothing to be embarrassed about.” Donny told him that if a nerd like him can get a woman like that with a car like his, then there was hope for Donny.

“I’m glad I could be a source of inspiration for you, Donny.” Mr. Goldman didn’t seem entirely pleased with the way my son had paid him a compliment, but he stopped paying attention shortly after Taylor undressed completely in the backseat.

“I’ll take your outfit.” I reached into the backseat and told her she could beg to play with herself.

“Wow, will Janie also be getting undressed?” Mr. Goldman watched my eldest daughter sitting naked in the rearview mirror while also gawking at Janie.

Janie wasn’t the least bit offended he asked, but I made it clear to Mort that that would not be happening.

“No problem, none at all.” Mort adjusted his rearview mirror and we pulled out into Cherry Lawn Estates.

Taylor was seated between her brothers, but even still I wondered if her being topless in the morning on the way to school was going to get noticed if a person pulled up next to us.

“Please, Mistress, may I play with myself in the car on the way to school? I really want so bad to finger my cunt and asshole. Can someone take Strawberry Sprinkles out for me so I can play with my butt and pinch my nipples? Oh god, I want to so badly!” Taylor oozed sincerity as she begged from the backseat.

“You don’t have to pinch THOSE nipples.” Scotty observed his sister’s nipples were already ultra-hard and the bell-clips on them kept them permanently aroused.

“A cold front is coming through.” Mort observed calmly that there were no clouds in the blue morning sky, and with the slight autumn chill in the air that meant “nipple weather”.

Mr. Goldman looked over at my chest and stared at my tits – I was sure he could see my nipples through the sheer apron I wore around the house. I usually didn’t go outside in what I wore in the mornings because it was very sheer satin material, but I simply smiled at him and pretended not to notice him gawking at my boobs as well as Janie and Taylor.

He’d already seen my naked tits many times, and while Janie had small boobs they were well-covered in the Alice-in-Wonderland bodice-style apron she was wearing.

“You may beg one of your brothers to remove Strawberry Sprinkles and put it in your mouth,” I told Taylor, saying she had my permission to play with her tits and cunt until we got to her school – but warned her to make it interesting to watch.

“Oh, would one of you remove Strawberry Sprinkles so I can rub my asshole raw in the backseat, please? Pretty please?” Taylor crowed as she rubbed her nipples and pressed down hard on them with her thumb before flicking them. They jiggled slightly with that elastic quality that young tits seem to have in common with fake tits.

“No, because then I’d have to shove it in your fat mouth, and I want to hear you beg while you finger yourself to orgasm,” Donny said, informing his sister that she’d have to keep begging.

I wanted to ask Mr. Goldman about his wife but I thought that may be a conversation best saved for another time. I also wanted him to focus on the road because most of his attention was used watching my daughters and me and especially Taylor as she touched herself.

“Can I suck your finger then, Sir Donny? Please? Just let me suck your finger so I can have something in my mouth while I frig my little clitty for you.” Taylor sounded pathetically frustrated as she tried to get herself off in the back of one of the ugliest cars ever produced in America.

“Can I finger your pussy?” Donny asked his sister.

I could see Mr. Goldman’s tiny dick getting hard in his pajamas.

“You’ll have to ask Mistress – it’s not up to me, Sir Donny! I’d love it if you would.” Taylor even removed her hands from her clit and began squeezing and pinching her nipples while jingling her bells – inviting her brother to touch her dripping wet pussy.

“You’re allowed to pull your sister’s clit out of her pussy and inspect her, but you can’t finger her,” I explained to the kids in the backseat, turning around. I almost couldn’t keep a straight face because my tone reminded me of when I used to tell the two of them to stop poking each other in the backseat and warn them I’d pull the car over if they didn’t stop.

“Sorry, Sir.” Taylor put her hand back on her clit and began rubbing in circles. “But you’re free to watch me! I’ll do whatever you tell me to do and finger myself for you.” Taylor kept her legs wide open so her brothers could watch.

“It’s not fair.” Donny reminded me that I let her jerk him off and he should be allowed to jerk his sister off.

“I think the proper term would be to jill her off,” Mort joked from the front seat while watching this unfold with great interest.

“She’s learning to please others at the expense to herself, and you’re voluntarily donating your man-milk to help keep your sister in line,” I reminded him. I said that I felt there was a difference between that and just sexual gratification for the sheer sake of it.

“It would please me to finger Fart Face’s juicy little pussy, though.” Donny didn’t mince words that he wanted to play with his sister and was turned on by what he saw. “I could milk those titties for her and that would keep me in line!”

We suddenly pulled up next to another car of students heading to their high school, and I saw a few of the girls inside giggle when they looked in our car. I wasn’t sure if they were giggling because they saw Taylor’s bare chest or the way her face was made up or just because of the ugly orange Pinto we were in.

I smiled and waved at the laughing girls, and so did Taylor and Janie before we pulled away from them at the light.

Tom hadn’t wanted the boys to be this involved in Taylor’s training, and I knew that.

“Fine.” I told Donny that he could satiate his curiosity and play with Taylor, but only because it amused him. “Don’t feel you have to turn your sister on – just play with her to be playing.”

“What about me?” Scotty asked for equal access.

“Yes, you can both feel up your sister,” I agreed, and told Taylor to sit on her hands the rest of the way to school.

“Yes, Mistress.” Taylor pouted that she couldn’t bring herself off to orgasm before school began.

We were getting very close to her school and yet Taylor was still completely naked as the boys began tugging on her pussy lips and nipples. They made her jingle as they played roughly with her body – Taylor accepted it all with surprising stoicism.

“Gross! Are you putting your finger in her ear?” Janie asked Scotty when I turned back around to watch the road.

“Yeah. Mom said we could explore her body! I wanted to see if she had ear wax,” Scotty said, shamelessly touching his sister.

“Disgusting!” Janie squeaked before saying she wanted to do it too, and the three of them now were squabbling over Taylor like she was a toy they all wanted to play with.

“Would you sit back?” I warned them to all stop because we were pulling up to the parking lot. They didn’t like it, but they all sat back and I made Taylor get dressed in the car.

“I thought I was supposed to get dressed once I got out of the car, Mistress?” Taylor asked curiously – hot and bothered from the groping she’d just received from her younger sister and both brothers.

“I didn’t realize there would be so many cars in the parking lot,” I said as we pulled into the drop-off area at the school. Cherry Lawn High had over 1,000 students from an affluent neighborhood, and that meant a lot of them had their own cars. I was actually surprised we were on time and I didn’t want to get caught.

“I’m already expecting a call from school over that outfit.” I looked at Scotty disapprovingly that it was going to get his sister in trouble, but I had been the one to approve letting it be in the cardboard box and I was half-joking with them.

“I doubt it.” Donny was the first to step out of the car and point out there were two other girls dressed as Sailor Moon and one dressed as Sailor Mars. I only know the difference because Donny told me who they were supposed to be.

The girl’s costumes weren’t quite as revealing as Taylor’s, but they were damned close – one girl had a pleated blue skirt even shorter than Taylor’s, although she was wearing white lace panties designed to be revealed as part of the outfit when she hopped up and down.

I kissed the kids goodbye, including Taylor, and we drove off. I watched Taylor in the rearview mirror as her friends Kimber and Janie greeted her while we pulled out of the high school to drop off Janie.

“So I assume you’re wondering why I made Taylor play with herself in the car?”

“I’m actually not.” Mr. Goldman said that he had learned a long time ago not to look a gift card in the mouth.

“A gift horse?” Janie corrected him from the backseat.

“I am Jewish.” Mort clarified that he had actually meant gift card.

Janie didn’t understand he was joking about the stereotype of people of his faith being notoriously money-centric, but she didn’t care, shrugged and started texting on her phone.

“I assume you’re teaching her some important lesson about humility and pleasure and I’m just glad I could be of service.” Mort smiled at me – while continuing to ogle my tits. “You should probably make her pay in hours of service each time she orgasms.”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, so I asked Mr. Goldman to explain as I directed him to where the middle school was.

“I know exactly where it is,” Mr. Goldman said, before clarifying that he had taken his nephew there a few years ago. “I mean, I don’t hang out there and check out the playground or anything like that – not since the restraining order,” he joked.

I hoped he was joking.

“You could punish her or make her do something humiliating for a few hours in exchange for an orgasm,” Mr. Goldman clarified his idea that she would have to choose between getting off and doing something difficult and painful that way.

I liked where he was going with the idea and thanked him for the suggestion on training my daughter.

“Don’t mention it,” Mr. Goldman smiled, and then added very seriously, “Like really don’t mention it to Muriel.”

“Your wife…” I started to ask before I realized I couldn’t think of a way to ask how he came to be with her.

“You want to ask how a nebbish like me got with a hot sharlila like that?” Mort asked the question that was on my mind.

“What’s a sharlila?” Janie asked from the backseat. She had been paying attention despite focusing on her phone, and I was reminded that we probably couldn’t speak freely.

“No, not at all.” I lied to him that I thought it was totally normal for him to be with that Amazon goddess of a woman.

“Sharlila means hot slut,” Mort explained to Janie, while checking her out in the mirror. She already appeared to no longer be listening and focused back on her phone.

“Then why don’t you just say hot slut?” Janie looked up at him in the mirror and grinned broadly, showing her braces.

“I suppose I just like to hear dirty words from when I was growing up,” Mort explained.

“Me too!” I was not sure why Janie said that, but she smiled again and then lost interest in the conversation.

We pulled up to the middle school and I kissed Janie goodbye. I could tell she didn’t have a bra on underneath the costume when she hugged me tightly, but I wasn’t too concerned about it. The top wasn’t that revealing, and she wasn’t so well-stacked as her older sister to really need to wear one anyway.

I asked Mr. Goldman to drop me off at the Olive Garden and we drove a little bit further without talking. I checked my phone awkwardly, hoping he wouldn’t ask any questions about the car as we drove towards the Loop.

“You got a flat tire at the Olive Garden?” he asked rhetorically.

“You were going to tell me about your wife,” I changed the subject quickly.

“She’s my sister,” Mort explained with a smile.

“You married your sister?” My eyebrows raised – I’d assumed that was something they only did at places like the Buckman trailer park.

“No,” Mort chuckled at the notion, but said that would be fine. “My sister Rachel and nephew Sol are visiting this weekend. I told you that a few times,” he explained.

I smiled – he did say something about that, but I was drawing a blank.

He laughed and said that usually people ignored him completely, so this was at least a vast improvement over that.

I apologized and told him she was strikingly beautiful.

“Muriel was upstairs in the bedroom,” Mort explained, adding that a lot of people think his sister is hot. “We were actually born twins, but somewhere along the line we stopped looking like each other.” He said with a grin that she got the looks, intelligence, personality and charm and he got the… “Well, if it was worth anything at all – she got that and I got the sense of humor.”

“I see,” I said, smirking at his jokes.

We pulled into the Olive Garden and there was my car – no flat tire.

“I’ll help you change the tire.” Mort started to get out of the car and I stopped him.

“Mort, the tire doesn’t need to be changed,” I explained.

“I don’t understand.” He looked at me with a confused expression.

I wasn’t sure how to explain myself, but he’d seen me get out of Matt’s car the night before completely naked, so I decided to confide in him and told him the entire sordid tale of how I met him in the grocery store, got drunk and sucked his cock before running home naked.

“You’ve known me now for four months, and you didn’t think to let me get you drunk so you can suck my dick?” Mort feigned offense before adding that was the last fifty or sixty times he would be jerking off into my almond milk.

“If we can keep this between us and the fact that I came home naked then I’ll suck you off,” I offered him sweetly. I liked him and I’d already seen his dick many times at my house.

“A pity blowjob?” Mort looked hurt by my offer.

“I’m sorry – I shouldn’t have suggested...” I apologized for being so crass. It was early in the morning and I wasn’t thinking clearly. I was still dealing with the guilt I had about cheating on my husband once, and now I was suggesting something completely inappropriate in exchange for his silence.

“No, no…” Mort explained he wasn’t offended. “It’s just been so long since I had a pity blowjob I was just making sure you were serious.” He started to pull his cock out of his pajamas. He was already hard.

“I meant back at the house.” I smiled – the Olive Garden parking lot was empty this time of the morning, but it would be a lot easier if we did it there.

“Oh?” Mort explained that may be hard to swing, since he had his nephew in town and they may start asking questions about why he went over to the neighbor’s house and came back with a very satisfied smile on his face.

“Fine,” I bent over into his lap in the driver’s seat and began to suck off his tiny cock. It was surprisingly enjoyable to lick and swallow. I’ve practiced with 9-inch dildos for so long that I’m used to having my entire throat filled while I choke, and his was more like a starter dick – or a Vienna sausage.

I was already going to roast for cheating on Tom once – I felt that this wasn’t too much worse, and to be quite honest I liked sucking dick a lot. Fat ones, long ones, tiny ones – even ones as small as Mr. Goldman’s fascinated me.

I slurped his cock and he stroked my hair softly.

“I like sloppy blowjobs,” he said.

I suppressed a laugh on his dick as I almost told him about a “Sloppy Jalopy”. I didn’t think now was the time to share that with him, especially since he would probably try it on me.

“You know the difference between a blowjob and a delicious Reuben sandwich?” Mort asked while he played with my hair, and he rubbed me under the chin like I was a kitten.

It was humiliating, but I let him touch me to get him off – I didn’t know where he was going with his question, but I shook my head no while I sucked his tiny pecker.

“You don’t know?” he smiled, and joked, “Then you want to do lunch later?” He laughed.

“I want you to be my breakfast, Mort,” I said with my mouth still holding his cock between my tongue and teeth. “You can cum in my mouth – I want it, please!” I begged. I had taught Taylor to say whatever it took to get the man to cum because I believed the same thing.

“You just want me to cum so this is over sooner,” Mort smiled, and said, “I’m thinking about my Rabbi so that this takes a lot longer.”

I wasn’t offended that he was trying to prolong his orgasm – and I actually saw it as something of a challenge to my blowjob skills that I could make him cream even if he didn’t want to.

“I want you to cum because I love jizz in my mouth!” I told him that I drink the milk because I’m a nasty girl. “You can lift my apron and spank my ass while I suck you for being such a dirty slut if you want, sexy!”

“Your husband won’t mind?” Mort asked as he lifted my apron up to reveal my ass. I bent over further so he could grab my ass in the car seat. Mort is a small man, so it was difficult for him and he could not spank his way out of a wet paper bag because his arms were so puny.

“He won’t know because you won’t tell him,” I gobbled his cock selfishly – I had kept the entire penis in my mouth from stem to tip the entire BJ quite easily.

“Yeah, but he might after we get arrested!” Mort squirmed uncomfortably and let the hem of my apron fall back down.

My eyes opened wide – “Get arrested?” I gasped while my mouth was still wrapped around Mort’s dick and balls.