Emma knelt under him and not very cleverly, put it in her mouth. Still, he groaned and spewed out the white seed. But Emma was not used to such games and so, instead of letting him out in his mouth and swallowing, she spat it out. But Charles held it and could not move away. The majority of her presents remained on her face and hair. Charles was happy. The pressure he had felt in his pants all morning had disappeared, and with the idea of giving him a second round in the afternoon, he had forgiven Emma´s little offense. At least this time …