“Why don’t you taste it Ally?” Lacey asked me. “Go on sexy, taste my pussy juice covering your husband’s big hard cock.”I told you that I ...was lost in the moment. It was the first time I had really hesitated in the past few minutes, but it was just that, only a hesitation. I leaned forward and slowly slid my Bill’s cock into my mouth and over my warm tongue. I was never one of those women who felt compelled to taste my own pussy juices when I masturbated…on the few times that I actually did. Harold had been dreading this meeting of the mindless ever since it had been foisted off on him. For the past year he had cultivated his big sister, Winifred, making sure he had the right type of peep holes to allow him access to her hot, sexy, growing body. In his spare time he had broken into her secret cache of private writings, such as an airhead could produce, and what passed for thoughts concerning her wannabe boyfriends. He also had his own stash of naked pictures featuring mostly. She started pacing anxious for anything to do, anything that would keep her from staring at her watch all the time. She started shouting for help once more. Still no answer.Why? Why her? Her thoughts whirled in circles. She forced herself to stop, to think. Everybody said she was smart, her mom, her teachers. If she was so smart she should try to think it out. Was this a kidnapping? If so there was hope for her. She remembered the TV shows, if the kidnapper didn’t show his face she had a chance. I had refused the offer on the grounds that I was tired and such but in reality as I explained I was not interested in her. Well as the evening grew on I had scored a couple bottles of vodka and worked up a good buzz and a good hardon that would not go away. Since I had no other prospects and did not want to go home and rub it out myself figured what the hell any port in the storm and gave a Laura a call and asked if the offer was still good. I freely admit I was a pig and only went over just.