But she looked at me rather intently for a few seconds, then smiled and said "Classical music and a silver tongue? Maybe I would have been safer on th...e party barge with Todd!" I must have winced at that, because she grinned and said "Gotcha!" Then she blushed and said "Maybe it's still the roofie talking, but I've never felt this safe with any man, except my Dad." My expression must have changed; "No! No!" she said, "That's not what I meant! I didn't mean to say you were anywhere near my dad's. My hands kept caressing her thighs all the time while my tongue struck to its job. My mother screamed like crazy once my tongue dug completely into her clit as her orgasm erupted. She was gasping for breath with legs spread wide apart leaning against the wall.After a momentary pause, my mother led me to the cot and made me sit with my legs spread apart. Her legs went apart enough to position her wet clit in line with my erect dick. Then she slowly motioned her clit to brush the tip of my dick. “I mean... Your wife came on to me!” He backed up, cowering before me.“Kneel!” I snarled. “You will stay like that and watch how a whore-wife gets treated. I want you to drink it in. I want you hard, aching to fuck her, and knowing her slut-cunt is off-limits to you. You'll be hard every day of your life—every fucking second of it—remembering how you came so close to cumming in her pussy tonight. How you were almost there, and just never quite reached your orgasm.”I paused, taking a breath.. He’s thin, tall, and very respectable looking. He introduces himself to camera, perfect unaccented, educated English. “My name is Robert Tozer. I’m 58-years old, and I’m an accountant from Norwich.”Whenever he talks, Olga stares up over at him as if she’s hanging on every word.Now relaxing on a couch, chatting away to us. “I’d been married and divorced by the time I was 30 and I had a bad experience with my first wife that put me off relationships for quite a while, so I withdrew into my.