"Fine. Let's go. I'm just dying to check out this little boutique I saw."Now my wife hesitated. Had my eagerness neutralized the effects of thehypnoti...c file?She pulled away and closed her eyes."Say that again."I repeated myself. I could feel tears begin to well up in my eyes. It wasover as soon as it began.She whirled around and had a most serious expression of concern."We have to work on that voice. You obviously know what to say, but nothow to say it. Let me do the talking today. We'll just. Once at the house there was no slow, passionate build-up or gentle touching, it was more a****listic. Our tongues were buried into each other's throats even before the front door was closed. Brenda's dress was off about the time we stepped into my room. We kissed passionately as her bra soon followed. I pushed Brenda onto my bed. She was wearing white pantyhose with pink bikini panties on underneath.I wasted no time in rolling her pantyhose down her hips and off her legs. My thumbs slid into. I yelped and jumped nearly falling off the ladder, dropping my stapler and some papers. Standing there, a tall, dark haired man looked at me, smiled and mouthed something that looked like, “Sorry.” He was quite handsome, dressed so impeccably in a dark suit and tie. His black hair seemed a bit mussed, but his light brown eyes were piercing, reminding me of creamy caramel, and I was quite embarrassed. I took the ear buds out of my ears and smiled back at him. “Are you Mr. Stone?” I asked. “Yes.. Others, he merely stands still and lets me do all the sucking and swallowing. Most days, it is somewhere in between. Always, he finishes by holding the back of my head, pushing his cock in until his balls hit my chin, and shooting his hot load straight down my throat.Whatever day it is, he leaves for the office by seven-thirty giving me some time to recover, clean myself, and dress for the day.He likes me to wear suits and look professional when I come to his office each day. He insists that I.