But all of her research, all of the interviews, all of her reading had led to not very much, really. It was frustrating, to say the least. This Roger ...Fanderpeice, the man she was on her way to meet, the sexiest man not Brad Pitt (as he had been described in the NY Times), hadn’t left much of a paper trail, just enough to get her libido more active than she wanted. But Jane wouldn’t fail. She always got her story. When it came to balancing her cunt’s need against her need to get the story, Jane. I mean, she was such a lady, so classy and together, always proper, never used foul language, blushed at the slightest provocation. Just hearing a dirty word come from her mouth had shocked me when I first heard it. Now, I learn she loves to drink a slut's piss, right from her pussy.Susan continued, "She didn't, at first. It took a while to condition her. At first, I just dribbled the whole time she ate my cunt. I gradually worked up to squirts. It was just a few weeks ago that I could freely. I grinned.“The next night, you have a similar dream. This time, you and Lucy are both blowing me at the same time...”Pause.Tremor.Nod.Session B39:“Would you tell me what you dreamed about last night, Marcie?”“Yes.”No surprise there. Marcie hadn’t kept a secret from me in a long time.“What did you dream about?”“I dreamed ... I dreamed that you had tied me up, and your sister was torturing me by sucking on my nipples. I dreamed that she had another mouth on her knee, and was licking my clit while. I turned on all the bright lights over the mats, sex chair and that corner of the basement. I set up one HD movie camera on the tripod; the other one was bigger and designed to be hand held. It was a much more expensive camera.I used my imagination to set the tripod close to where I thought it should be to capture all the action on the sex chair. Roseanne and Corry wanted all the filming done on it. They and their boyfriends were the only people going on film tonight, just to play it safe..