I had almost fallen asleep when she suddenly jumped on top of me. Her face was inches from my own and I could smell her. She didn’t smell extremely... feminine, but a little. I caught a hint of scented shampoo, “soap and water,” as Scott always said. She spoke softy, “Don’t be afraid, I am very good at what I do.” She, like the first one, kneeled between my tied legs. She also ran her hand lightly over my body. But she paid special attention to my nipples. I moaned through the gag as she licked. " I'll miss you too, Annie," Brenda said as the two women embraced.Brenda went to pack, wondering what she should wear. In the suitcase wentpanties, her new bras, and as much else that would fit. She thanked Godthat it was a large suitcase or she would be in trouble, after all whatwoman doesn't have enough changes for two weeks including shoes for athree day stay?Brenda called for an airline ticket. She would have to fly out of Newarkand made her reservations for the next morning. Brenda called. I had not intended for anything else to happen but some exhibitionism. Also, the scene was a beauty and the b**st moment. My wife was 25, very good looking, a killer body with 38dd tits and a nice, round, big, beautiful bubble butt. This man was clearly unworthy of her. How could this happen? Nonetheless, I was surprised that I found this to be exciting, which disturbed me.She returned the tray to the kitchen and returned to the living room. She was still nervous and was slightly wringing her. There was no backing out now anyway. We had arrived at his house. He pulled into his garage and closed the doors behind us. The neighbors didn't need to see him bringing a teenage boy into his home while his wife was away.He got right to business, leading me by the hand upstairs into the master bedroom. He sat down in a chair near the bed. I was about to sit down next to him when he stopped me. "What are you doing? Whores belong on their knees, not the furniture."I sheepishly dropped to my.