I was getting turned on myself so I put my own phone on speaker so my hands were free to explore my own body. From then on this is what I heard... "Oh... yeah, stick that tongue in my cunt. Finger me, flick my clit." Cara gave her husband explicit instructions. "You haven't shaved for a while and that stubble is scratching my arse, grind your chin in my slit." Cara's voice trembled as her husband worked to oblige her."Aah gawd, it's soooo good, please slip me a finger, no make it two. Stretch my. ’ Natasha smiled softly. Everything about Natasha was warm and soft and gentle and comforting. It was like being smothered with cotton candy. ‘Thank you for telling me, Jessica. Honesty is a cornerstone of trust. But I think you should go ahead and perform Exercise One for me now. It’ll make you feel more centered.’ Jessica didn’t want to feel centered. Jessica wanted to shove Natasha aside and make a run for it. But it had been seven weeks since classes started. Seven weeks was forty-nine. “Let’s have a glass of wine” said Steve opening the fridge, he got a bottle of white wine out, and poured them both a glass. He handed a glass to Keith, then raised his “To us and some more fun” he said smiling. “Sit down and I’ll fix us some food, is salad OK with you Keith?”, “That’s fine with me Steve”. Keith watched as Steve moved around the kitchen fixing the salad.Steve looked good to Keith, handsome with short hair going grey at the sides, a good body with a chest covered in greying. When they said it was safe, Cindy and Kendrick followed me into the office and my bodyguards took up positions in the reception area.“Morning, Doug. You’re looking good. Marriage must agree with you.”“Thanks, Kevin. My wives take real good care of me. You seem to be doing fairly well yourself.”“Yes, but my wife has been on me about not getting enough exercise. I keep teasing her, that instead of exercising, I should just cut back on all the good food she serves me. She says I should do both.“I.