Chapter 10

Downstairs, there was a whole lot of sleeping going on. Joy was tucked against Pete and I didn't figure Michael was going to get much opportunity to bed her -- but Gina had Michael's dick in the crack of HER ass, so it might not matter that much to him. Jean and Amy were cuddled up on the couch, and I suspected that wasn't as innocent as it seemed -- not that two naked women on a couch looked terribly innocent. Well, it was early and I had a long day ahead of me, probably, so I headed back to the bedroom and wedged myself between Karen and Kate and went back to sleep. If things really continued like this, I was going to need a bigger bed...

Given the shitload of women present, breakfast was slow in coming. I finally swatted Karen on the ass and yelled, "Hey! Breakfast! Chop chop!" Karen struggled up, mildly upset, and I added, "Take some of these slugs with you to help!" Karen dragged EVERYBODY out -- which was good with me, since it cleared the bed.

I went back to sleep.

Not for long, though; I awoke to sounds of feminine outrage. Opening one eye, I determined that it was Karen and rasped, "Have I shown you your kennel?" Karen's jaws shut with a clop and I heard a couple of giggles, so I added, "It might fit two, but it would be awful tight..." There was a little shriek and whoever it was padded off before I could sit up and get a good look at the door.

"You don't really..." Karen ventured.

"I'll show you after breakfast," I grunted.

Somebody actually made waffles; I was pleased to death. I was clearly late to the table. Heather and Amy had to work, so they'd gathered up their stuff and showered next door and were gone already. People were wearing clothes, so I threw on shorts and slippers -- I have a pair of those Adidas with the little nubs sticking up from the sole like a bed of nails. In general, everyone was pretending nothing had happened, which was fine with me -- for the moment, anyway. Gina and Joy collected their stuff while I was absorbing waffles and coffee, thanked me, and headed for the door. Pete let 'em get there, then yelled, "HEY!" and crooked a finger. Joy obediently toddled back to get a goodbye kiss, clearly pleased about it. Pete was going to be fine...

Gina and Michael were more awkward about it -- Gina more or less trying to make it clear that she was just going with the flow. "I'm two years older, you know," she muttered to Michael, clearly trying to tell him that he had no claim.

"That's school putting artificial restrictions in place," I told her. "In five years, it won't matter and you won't give a shit -- and who knows? Maybe he'll still be around..." Gina looked thoughtful as she turned away. Give me a girl with low self-esteem any day -- they're trainable.

Taking Holly home was up to Kate or Karen, apparently -- not that she seemed to be in any hurry. Jean plopped down at the table, giving me a look, and I knew we were going to wrangle, so I said, "Kate, honey, Jean wants a private conversation. Can you and Holly...?"

Kate flashed a smile. "Sure!" She gathered her girlfriend up, saying, "Let's pick up the TV room." That was a nice bonus, I figured.

I gave the boys the eye and Pete muttered, "Maybe we ought to check the basement," and he and Michael disappeared, too.

That left Karen -- and I wanted it that way. I turned to her and said, "Why are you wearing clothes?"

She was in a bra and panties, basically. "I, uh..." She looked flustered, then reached back and undid the bra and bent to step out of her panties.

"Sit," I directed, pointing at a chair. Then I turned my attention to Jean.

Jean was looking a little white about the lips. "Cletus, you can't do this."

"Can't do what?" I asked. "Make Karen take her bra off? You'd be surprised what I can make Karen do."

"You can't just stick your... dick... in every girl who darkens your door."

"I haven't really tried, yet, but from the blow job I got this morning, I'd say that you're probably wrong about that," I said equably.

"You can't just own people! That's slavery!"

"Karen's a volunteer," I replied. "Aren't you, Hon?" Karen nodded.

"I'm not," Jean finally got around to it.

"Okay, in your case, there's some coercion involved," I admitted, "but it's for your own good."

"How do you figure?"

"You get protection and support," I replied. "Your car is fixed and you're out of the heat. Michael has a father figure -- a little late, but he has one. Talk to me about your alternatives."

"I was doing okay," Jean blustered.

"Show me your little black book of boyfriends, then. Who's been in that pussy of yours in the last year? And don't TELL me you didn't need it -- you've been playing the voyeur and jilling yourself off all over the place!"

"Cletus!"

"And don't tell me you don't WANT it, either -- I've been in it and I know better!"

"Cletus! You just can't say things like that!" Jean protested.

"Why not? What have you got against the truth? It's hard to rationalize?" I retorted.

"It's... unseemly!"

"You're uncomfortable," I insisted. "Now you have to look in the mirror and admit to yourself that doing without is unpleasant and that you've been slipping -- and that your pussy isn't REALLY sewn shut! Well, tough! It is what it is! I know you want to put it all back in a little box with a padlock on it, but guess what? I'm NOT going to let you!"

"Cletus, I can't!"

"Can't what? Face the fact that you're a sexual being? You have to! Somebody dumped all the litter out of your cat box and you can't bury it any more."

"What about Heather? And Michael?"

"Oh, so you're giving them an example? Of what? How to be hung up?" I chided. "It's too fucking late and you know it. Michael's had his dick in a couple of pussies and it WON'T END -- and Heather spent twenty minutes this morning learning how to suck cock! What are you going to tell them? That they've sinned? That sex is wrong? Everyone does it, you know -- your mama did or you wouldn't be here!"

"They shouldn't be... promiscuous..."

"They shouldn't ignore their needs, either. And neither should you. There are happy mediums." I grinned an evil grin. "After a year or so, maybe we'll throttle back to three times a week."

"Cletus!

"What do you want? Absolution? What's in it for me?" I leaned forward and got in her face, poking her in the breastbone with a finger for emphasis as I declared, "I will not let you put it back in the box! Is that clear?"

"Cletus! Please!"

"No. And the more you fight it, the worse it will be for you. For instance -- if you think your little masturbation video is bad, you should see you fucking Pete!" I turned to Karen. "If I tell you to, you'll press charges, won't you?"

Karen licked her lips. "Yes."

"See?"

Jean was as white as a ghost. "Omigod!"

"It's a slippery slope," I informed her. "It's like quicksand -- the harder you fight, the more you get caught up... You want out? I'd say the price is exorbitant and the benefits suck. In the near term you'll be sucking a LOT of dyke pussy. Wouldn't you rather suck a dick?"

Jean gazed at the table top. "What do you want?"

"I want you to stop ranting and raving and come to bed when I call," I told her. "If you do, we'll say no more about this. If you don't, I WILL break you! I've got enough on you now that you have to do anything I say -- do you want me to add humiliation? Say, you taking on three black guys while Heather sits on my lap, watching?"

You'd think I'd hit her in the stomach -- her eyes bugged and her mouth hung open. "Omigawd!"

"Are you going to be good?" I pressed.

"Y--yes! Yes!" Jean nodded.

"Good. Now come over here and give me a kiss and we can get on with breakfast." Jean got up, clearly shaky, and came over to diffidently offer me her lips. I gave her a good buss on the lips and a pat on her pert fanny. "Could you wave the coffee pot over my cup while you're up?"

Bemused, Jean collected the pot. "What do you really want?"

"I want us to pretend we're an old married couple," I told her. "After the fifties model, maybe. You know who is boss and you'll do your wifely duties and try not to suffer too much."

"What about Karen?"

"Karen is a pet," I explained. "A boon companion, helpmeet, source of sexual relief, etc. -- she does what I say, just like any well-trained pet. If you settle down, my authority will flow through you. If you don't, you'll occupy the kennel next to hers."

"You wouldn't!" Jean gasped.

I sighed. "Come with me." I picked up Karen with the wave of a finger, and we headed downstairs. The boys were watching TV; I gave them a wave. "Sorry to mess with you like this, but would you excuse us?" They nodded and made for the stairs -- they understood CLEARLY what side of their toast was buttered.

I'd puzzled over the purchase but I'd seen this movie -- a House of Gord, I think -- and the concept was too good to pass up. Over beside the small sauna, the rest of that wall was curtained off; I shoved the curtain aside to display two large all-openwork dog kennels -- not the plastic ones -- these were all bars. I went over to a box nearby and fished out something even harder to find -- a plastic dildo with a screw coming out of it, originally designed for mounting on a strap-on harness. I'd modified the item with a couple of huge flat washers and a wing nut; while Jean stood there staring goggle-eyed at the kennels, I went around to the back of one and, passing the dildo through, I affixed it to the back wall of the cage by trapping the bars between two washers at the base and tightening the wing nut. "Karen..." I snapped my fingers and Karen, clearly eager to see this played out, knelt and crawled into the cage. "Suck the dildo," I directed. Karen took it into her mouth. I circled around and slid down the cage door -- it slid up and down vertically -- then I took a second dildo and worked it through the bars. I opened Karen's pussy and inserted it, then affixed it to the cage wall above the door, effectively locking the cage by blocking the door from sliding up. "Comfy?" I asked Karen.

"Yem..." The dildo limited speech.

"You're a madman!" Jean exclaimed.

"No, I'm not," I replied. "This is just the kind of thing that makes Karen happy -- doesn't it, Karen?"

"Yem..."

"I'm guessing it won't make YOU happy -- which is good reason for you to behave, don't you think?" I pressed.

"Yes," Jean replied faintly.

"We'll be back when it's time to wash dishes," I told Karen, and pulled the curtain back. "Be quiet, but you can fuck the dildo if you like." I waved Jean ahead of me and we returned upstairs. Jean said nothing as we headed up the stairs and back into the kitchen; she waited until I'd sat down and forked another bite of waffle into my mouth and was chewing before bursting out, "That's... unconscionable!"

I finished chewing and swallowed, then replied, "It would be, but it isn't. Look, I would never convince you that it's okay, so I'm going to just ask that you discuss it with Karen sometime when I'm not around -- then you'll see just how bad it really is. You could go back down now, but she wouldn't thank you for it."

"Why not?"

"I bet your pussy dried up like the Sahara and clenched until you couldn't pass a needle, didn't it?" I asked her.

"Well, yes, actually."

"And that was a pretty good-sized dildo, wasn't it?"

"Yes..."

"So, did you notice that I really had no trouble with it? Care to guess why?" I watched Jean's face while it sank in and her eyes popped. "That's right -- she was wet -- swampy, in fact. And if you go downstairs right now, you'll interrupt her fucking herself with that dildo. THAT's why she won't thank you!" Her mouth opened and closed like a fish, so I added, "Don't waste our time calling me a liar -- go back downstairs and watch her, if you like. She might enjoy the additional humiliation. Don't act horrified, though -- act like you're getting off on it."

Jean moved to the basement stairs and looked back at me, her expression troubled. I waved; I wasn't going. She toddled off down the stairs and I ate my waffle. In a couple of minutes, she returned, dazed. "She's moving the cage," she muttered.

I frowned. "I'll have to fix that."

"I don't understand."

"You may never," I sighed. "But you can try. She can probably use a sympathetic ear. You remember when I threatened you with three black guys? Karen would LOVE that! Kate riding my pole while she watched would be icing on the cake."

"EWWWW!" Jean shivered, then looked at me through troubled eyes. "About Heather..."

I shook my head. "No promises. If she asks -- or even appears to be inclined -- she's going to get it. I, personally, believe that I can do a better job than some overexcited teen boy in the back seat of a Volkswagen. No doubt Kate would agree, based upon early this morning."

"You did Kate?"

"Well, she did herself, more or less -- she was on top," I replied. "Her mama helped her over the hump when she got nervous, but it was mostly on her own. This was AFTER she and Heather and Holly took turns fluffing me for half an hour or so. Ask anybody -- there were all kinds of witnesses."

"She didn't tell me," Jean muttered.

"Kate? Or Heather?"

"Heather."

"She probably wanted to avoid upsetting you. She's gonna make some boy's cock very happy, after that period of instruction."

"Cletus! You're incorrigible!"

"At least," I agreed. "More coffee, please."

Jean got it. After pouring, she stood there, holding the carafe, gazing at the stairs. "I can't act like that."

"You might surprise yourself," I replied, "but I'm not asking you to -- and I don't plan on it. If we keep butting heads, though, I'm going to TELL you to -- and enforce it!"

"Okay, okay!" she snapped. "What do I get out of all this?"

"Aside from more assistance -- which you obviously need -- you get to use my facilities, which includes sleeping in air-conditioned comfort whenever you're not getting sweaty riding my cock."

"Do you HAVE to phrase everything like that?" she whined.

"It's just us chickens," I shrugged. "I might tone things down in public if you give me a reason to."

"What else?"

"Karen. I'm gonna move her family out of their apartment. She can help you at home and she can help you here -- and she can bat cleanup when we need it," I explained. "Karen is going to need some structure and some challenges -- and some of it is likely to get wild. You can help me keep her under someone's thumb as much as possible -- and in the meantime, give her a shoulder to cry on."

"Why will she need that?"

"You all do, at some point. Hell, I like it, once in a while, and I'm not known for my tender feelings. But Karen is going to fall hopelessly in love at some point -- and while I intend to treat her well and fairly, it wouldn't be good for either of us if I returned it."

"I see," Jean mused. "No, I don't."

I sighed. "It will slowly dawn on you -- I don't think you'd believe me if I went deep into it. Karen needs a keeper, a boss -- a master, if you will. She can love me, but I have to hold myself aloof. It's just the way it is."

"What about us?"

"Don't plan on marriage," I told her. "If you want a significant other-type thing, I think you'll find that's possible if you loosen up and work on having an open mind. It's really up to you. Above a certain level, my being rough and demanding is going to increase or decrease in direct proportion to how cantankerous and argumentative you are."

"Is this going to go on forever?"

"I doubt it. If you fall in lust with some guy and I'm being well taken care of elsewhere, I'll probably let you walk. Obviously, if you start trouble, I'll lower the boom, before, during, and after. If you decide you like having my hairy arm draped over you at night and you don't irritate me too much, we might end up handing someone's grandchildren back and forth. That's up to you, Babe, like a lot of this shit."

"Other women?"

"Gonna happen. Other men, too. But if we're doing well, the flow will be much slower. I don't like to work hard at it."

"Other men?"

"I don't know if you're ready for me to go into that," I opined. "Various scenarios are possible. You remember that threat with the three black guys?"

Jean shivered again. "Yes."

"I wasn't kidding when I said Karen would love that."

"That's not all, is it?"

"No, it isn't," I sighed. "Do we talk about this now, or are you full-up with things to think about?"

She grimaced. "Now, please."

"Do you know what a bisexual is?"

"She thought about it. "A person who swings both ways?"

"Exactly. I'm bisexual."

"EWWW!"

"Honey, I have WATCHED you eat pussy! What does that make you?" I snapped.

"It seems.... different... for a guy..."

"It isn't." I sat back. "Gay sex is actually easier on guys, sometimes. Women bring an emotional component to a situation where all you might want is to get your rocks off in an easygoing environment. I like girls. I prefer girls. I get mildly emotional occasionally about a girl. But I can enjoy a male fuck-buddy occasionally. Women have additional capabilities, but additional dangers, too. If you think about it, how do you consider hanging out with the girls? Safe, right?"

"Yes, now that you mention it."

"Okay, then. Outside the culture of ostracism we have for gay males, it's the same thing. Two guys can have sex who don't even know one another and have a great time, as long as one of them isn't intent on using the situation to blackmail the other."

"Do you...?"

"Everything," I cut her off. "Absolutely everything that is fun. Don't tell me you've never had a cock in your ass..."

"I... Well..." She blushed.

"Anal sex is all in the mind," I told her. "If it's forced on you, you get all clenched up and wrapped around the axle and it's rape -- and it hurts, and it's an intrusion and a violation, both mental and physical. On the other hand, if you want it, and are open to it, it can be a lot of fun. Women tend to get similar stimulation to normal sex -- it's just a different hole, and a lot of women respond primarily to clitoral stimulation, anyway -- and guys actually get a little prostate massage out of the deal, which can be very pleasant. I'm sure you've at least had you asshole played with or maybe licked..."

"Yes..." Jean seemed to have a hard time pushing the word out.

"Nasty, huh? Just thinking about it gives you a little forbidden tingle, doesn't it? Don't lie..."

"Okay..." Jean looked away, embarrassed.

"See? It's sex -- and potentially hot sex. For anybody."

"I just never thought..." she muttered.

"It's a cultural bias," I told her. "If you have a little lick with the girls, but don't get carried away and shift to them exclusively, it's okay -- but if a guy sucks a little dick on the side, he's something less than male. There is no justice to it, but it's there - and a lot of it has to do with competition for top dog. Girls don't get into who is top dog -- not like guys do -- and if you're involved in sucking dick, then the sucker has basically submitted to the suckee. When the sucker is female, we still expect that, because equal rights culture or not, underneath, the sexual roles are linked to biology -- and a woman isn't really in competition to be top dog in the first place because of it. A guy, on the other hand, is handing off his shot at top dog by submitting to the guy being sucked -- and he knows it. It's the same with offering up your ass -- it's submission -- UNLESS it's in a 'no harm, no foul' environment where EVERYBODY is doing it or you're anonymous and it can't come back to haunt you. Both of those are hard to find, but they're around," I finished.

"Oh." Jean more or less collapsed into a chair. "My head's a mess."

"Go with the flow," I advised. "The primary question should be, 'Does it feel good? If it does, it SHOULD be okay. Maybe the question should be 'Does it get me off?' because some things don't feel good, but DO get you off, anyway. There are some things that are technically wrong that might STILL get you off -- which begs the question, 'Why is this wrong?' Incest comes to mind."

Jean gave me a look that said I'd just blown her mind. "What?"

"Incest," I explained pedantically, "is a taboo with a very solid scientific foundation. It was put in place based upon observation -- way back before Gregor Mendel -- that when you pee in the gene pool often enough, bad things happen. As a result, both law and moral dictum is that you don't sleep with the kids. But why? You can get off doing it, both because it is physically fun and because it is forbidden and rings that little bell in our head that gets pleasure from stretching the edge of the envelope. So how bad is it?"

"Well, like you said..." Jean muttered.

"It's firmly justified by genetics," I finished for her, "Right?"

"Uh huh."

"But breeders do it all the time, trying to cement a particular characteristic into a bloodline -- is that bad? Also, because we DON'T do it on a regular basis, the risks are very low that the results will actually be suboptimal. If your grandmother was your mother was your sister, we might see a solid chance of there being a serious genetic issue if you got pregnant by Michael -- but she isn't -- right? -- so the dangers are extremely limited."

Jean looked like her head hurt. "Okay..."

"Now, are you or are you not on birth control?" I asked.

"I am."

"How relevant is genetics, if there is no issue from the union?"

"Ummm." Jean blinked and thought about it -- for a whole minute. "It isn't."

"Exactly," I agreed. "That leaves us with the psychological ramifications -- which may or may not be an issue. So once again, we come back to whether it gets you off or not."

"I... Michael?" Jean asked feebly.

"This was all hypothetical," I explained. "I'm not advocating. I'm just justifying my position."

"Oh." Jean looked like her head hurt.

I pushed back from the table and got up and kissed her on the cheek. "Don't hurt yourself with this. I'm going to take a shower, then we'll let Karen out of her kennel so she can clean up. You probably have errands to run or something..." I moved to the door and looked back on her; she sat in the chair, looking dazed, holding a hand to the cheek I'd kissed. This was going to take a while -- but it was going to work... I went off to shower.

When I got back, she was gone. I didn't worry about it -- I had her by the pussy lips. Unless she broke into my computers and spent a while doping out my data storage and backup schemes, I had everything I would ever need -- but I made a note to tell her that I had off-site backup in order to keep her from deciding to go after my hard disks with a hammer. Eventually, we would get through the desensitization period and the new concepts would sink in -- or not. I headed downstairs to release Karen.

Karen was humming around the dildo in her mouth. "Did you have a good time?" I asked, after I'd disassembled her dildo mount and opened the cage door.

"Uh huh." She looked down, embarrassed.

"I thought you might. You're going to have to stumble through a discussion of your needs with Jean, sometime -- she doesn't really understand." I collected the dildo that had been in her pussy. "Lick this off, then wash them both in case I have to use them on someone else -- you can use the sink in the laundry room. When you're done, clean up the kitchen. I'll be in my office."

"Yes, Cletus."

"Come here." She did and I gave her a little kiss on the neck and patted her on the ass. "You're a good girl. Run along and do what I told you."

"Yes, Cletus." She already had the dildo in her mouth, sucking on it. I headed upstairs and spent some time in my office ensuring that I had everything I could ever want in the way of surveillance video safely squirreled away...

When I popped out of my office, I nearly ran into Holly. She waved and wandered past, and I stood there, scratching my head. Kate was trailing her, so I asked, "She's still here?"

Kate shrugged. "She doesn't want to go home."

"What's she waiting for? Don't her parents want her home?"

"Well, I think..." Kate bit her lip. "I think she's waiting for you."

"To do what?"

"You know."

"Something like what I did to you?"

"Uh huh."

"She's got nothing to prove, here," I muttered. "If she likes boys, she likes boys. She doesn't have to rush out and get her cherry busted to prove it."

Kate shrugged. "Tell her..."

So I thudded off down the hall, looking for Holly -- and finally finding her in the kitchen, where Karen was cleaning up -- naked, of course. Holly was giving her a hard time... "But why are you naked?"

Karen opened her mouth, but I made a neck-cutting motion and she shut up. "Because she likes being naked," I answered for her. "You know the pool rules -- they're in place because I like to go naked. When Karen is in my house, if she wants to go naked, she can." Having gotten her attention, I added, "How come you haven't gone home to your folks?"

"I, uh..." She looked at the floor.

I waved at Karen to continue doing what she was doing. "Honey, we're all sorry if we misunderstood your orientation -- you don't have to prove anything to anybody, though -- we believe you."

"What if I want to?"

"I think you ought to think about it for a couple of days. Your folks might not be thrilled, you know," I said carefully. "I don't want them coming over and starting a stink because you went home from my place bowlegged. You weren't here to fuck guys -- you were here for a sleepover with girls."

"Well, okay, but what if I can't come back?"

"Why would that happen, Hon? I haven't kicked anyone out yet."

"I dunno. Maybe..."

"Look, Honey, you can come over any time. Next month, Kate is gonna be living here, which will probably make things a whole lot easier to explain regarding sleepovers. I'm sure she'll be happy to invite you."

"No kidding?"

"No kidding."

"Cool!" Holly whirled to Kate. "You'll invite me, right?"

"S--sure..."

I became aware that both Kate and Karen were looking at me like I'd grown two heads. "Um, Holly, would you excuse us for a moment? I think we're about to have a family meeting."

"Uh, oh, okay..."

"Why don't you see if you can find the boys? Don't throw yourself under one, though..."

"Mr. Cletus!" Holly blushed scarlet and ran from the room.

I turned to Karen, who was trying to find something to say. "Sorry, I got ahead of myself, I guess. I hadn't bothered to brief the master plan. I want you to move out of that hovel you're renting and move in here so I can keep an eye on you. We'll find the kids bedrooms, and I won't have to worry that you tripped and fell under a busload of convicts or something. Tell me if this unnecessarily complicates your life..."

"I..." Karen glanced at Kate.

"This doesn't change your status -- it just improves my ability to control things. No, neither you nor Kate is safe from me. No, you shouldn't go looking for diamonds or anything. It's just simply that if you're gonna be the house slave, you need to be in the house." I waited a few seconds. "You may speak freely."

"What about my job?"

"You keep it. More money for the kids, et cetera. I may have you clean some of my rentals, too. You'll get money for that -- to spend as wisely or as stupidly as you desire." I turned to Kate. "Questions? Comments?"

"Uh... Wow!"

"Understand what goes with it -- I'm gonna walk around buck-ass naked most of the time -- and if you drag someone home and don't warn me, she's gonna get an eyeful. As for your mother, if it comes into my head to bend her over the kitchen table, the party is on. You can wear what the fuck you want, but your mother goes as she is, unless, again, we're adequately warned to expect company. I'm gonna cop a feel occasionally -- you aren't my daughter, or even my step-daughter and I've fucked you, so it's open season. I won't insist, but I'll ask occasionally -- you can say yes or you can say no as the mood strikes. You'll have your privacy -- I won't bust into your room, or anything -- I don't rape my women. Put away your bathing suits except for public consumption. Are we clear?"

Kate eyed me. "Where does Mom sleep?"

"Where I tell her. That might be her kennel in the basement, or curled up at the foot of my bed, or with my dick in her somewhere -- and it might be somewhere else."

Kate shifted her attention to her mother. Karen merely nodded. Kate looked back at me. "What about Peter?"

"He's gonna be just fine," I replied. "At a minimum, he's got Joy to dip his wick into. I can arrange for more. We can discuss where he sleeps, but worst case we can subdivide the basement to give him his own space. Maybe I'll put on an addition."

"How long will this last?"

"Until I get tired of it -- or your mother does -- or both," I replied. "That was our original agreement."

"Okay." There didn't seem to be much else to say, apparently; she headed off to find Holly.

I turned to Karen. "All this being in charge shit gives me a hard on. Come over here and swallow my dick a few times."

She did.