I was sitting in the lounge of a comfortable 1930's style house, looking out across a perfectly manicured lawn. The rum punch on the table in front of... me was completing a pleasant afternoon. I was about to be joined by Alessa Moran, which was possibly the only down-side. I'd worked with Alessa before. She could be over-powering, tiresome even, but she could usually fix things.Alessa burst through the double doors from the hall. "Larry," she gushed, "how LOVELY to see you." Alessa," I responded. She told him that her husband’s cock was ok – but she needed more foreplay and longer fucking sessions. He came too quick. She longed to be eaten and fingered. Kris helped her by doing just that as he turned on the background noise of a couple fucking. The wife could hear them as if they were next to her and she was aching for a fucking. Kris teased her pussy for a long time as he packed her brain with hypnotic suggestion. She would cum every time her husband fucked her. She would see a. “ Enough, fuck, that was soooooo good.” she almost purred, “think you could handle Sarah now”? I wasn’t allowed to answer as Sarah was lying next to Lisa legs spread wide, my next cunt was waiting and I didn’t need telling, I was down on her giving her what Lisa had just had.“ Well what a little slut you’re turning out to be, we should of had you years ago, what a waste of time that was” Sarah said.I had to agree, but I intended to make up for lost time from now on,as I went down on my second. I gestured to the bathroom and mumbled something about private business. She held up a hand and shrugged - she got that from me. "Never mind," she said as she turned around. "I don't want to know," giving me the distinct impression that she did.From what I learnt later, this is the point in a story where the father jacks off, thinking his daughter has gone back to her room and he has his privacy, only to have her walk in looking for something - a hair clip? panties? a towel? - and catch him..