“You hoo,” was heard from the direction of the front door, as Martha made her way alone towards the voices in the living room. “Your boys opened... the door and told me where you’d be, then ran past me outs ... oh my goodness Victoria!”Mrs Anderson had entered the room and spotted Mrs Waxerman immediately. She stopped in her tracks and covered her mouth with her hand. “What’s going on here?”“We were entertaining the pastor while we waited for you and your husband,” Mrs Waxerman announced simply,. She was perky and cute as a button. He liked her choice of undies with her loose sports bra and the tiny micro bikini thong with the narrow cord in the crack in the back. He simply lifted it out of place to insert his happy dick into her sphincter and she gave him that look over her shoulder that told him he was cooking with gas.Misty’s depth of depravity surprised him for a female of such a youthful age and he wondered how she had acquired such a wealth of experience considering her unmarried. It did not force them, telepathy or mind control was not ID’s way. It controlled the semen, almost like it bred itself inside of the girl, keeping her pussy controlled for weeks with ease. She hadn’t climaxed since it had taken her a week ago.ID flashed images, warnings of what it had done to other women who resisted. It turned the semen solid, allowing the cum to vibrate inside of her, the equivalent of a vibrating egg. But it had so many ways to keep her balanced on the knife’s edge, right on. Was that the secret? Send me to a hot-as-fuck redhead to make my dick wake up?I worried that I held on to her hand a little too long. But if she thought it was creepy, she didn’t let on. She looked at the paperwork I had filled out and nodded.“Okay, so I see here that this has been going on for at least six months, is that correct?” she asked as she looked at me with big blue eyes.“Uh-huh,” I managed to utter.“And how has this affected your intimacy with your partner?” she inquired.“Well, I.