He would try to wake me up but I wouldn’t budge. My bare lips would swell with anticipation and I remained motionless. His breathing would increas...e as he gathered the courage to cross that line. He’d take his small cock out of the front of his pants and stroke it the exact same way his father did. I began to wonder if Charles was coaching C on how to touch himself; and if he told C to play with my sleeping body. C’s free hand would slip down the front of my pants. The heat of his hand on. The psychic opened the pack of Tarot cards and placed them on the table. She looked like a gypsy woman. She was sexy and beautiful. She had long black hair and big breast with a lot of cleavage. “So what brings you here?” she asked.“Seemed like fun.”“Hmmm beware … I am not one to sugar coat. Your future may have bad fortune.”He smiled and said, “I take my chances.” She had him shuffle the cards and cut the deck. She dealt out a pattern on the table, and started turning over cards.Her voice. Uncle Charlie looked at the trio standing in his waiting room and waved them into the inner sanctum. "Come on in," he greeted them cheerfully, and then added in a sad sotto voce, "said the spider to the fly."The burl wood boardroom table hosted Dr. Wallace, sitting in the same chair as from the day before, the older woman resplendent in a tweed skirt and matching jacket. A set of files sat in front of her and a second set marked Uncle Charlie's place at the head of the table. His executive. I was looking for anything to tell me what was going on, but her battle was beyond what I could understand. All I could do was keep going and hope she would work it out.I don't know how long it went on, but I was so tired, I was barely moving inside her when I finally felt her surrender to whatever she had been fighting. Her body stopped responding and her cries gave way to silent tears."I hope that's all of it. I don't think I can do anymore," I thought as I pulled a still moderately hard.