I almost could not believe what I was seeing. I wanted to stop it somehow, but I was unable to move. My rapidly inflating cock, however, betrayed my t...rue feelings.As Will continued to rub oil onto her back and sides, sounds were coming from Heather that I had not heard since we were newlyweds. She was gorgeous, her eyes closed in a dream-like state; her face was relaxed, yet it shone with the pleasure she was experiencing. She breathed heavily through her mouth, occasionally biting her own. “They tell you that their brother is a behavioral psychologist, and that he was assigned to her case.”Nod.“They found out why she ... deteriorated so quickly.”Nod.“They remind you that during the burglary, Marcie and her father were forced to have sex.”Nod.“Your mind is filled with images of their incestuous union, but you make sure not to let it show on your face.”Nod.“You force yourself to tune back into what they’re saying. If they ask why you’re not listening, you’ll have to talk about sex,. "Most call me Dale but I suppose it's only natural for me to be drawn to Cat-woman." I giggled a little to quench my nerves. "I didn't know you were a friend of Emily's," I said trying to formulate some sort of civilized conversation. "I'm not really, I'm a plus one to my mate Darren over there but as you can see he's got more interesting company." Darren was engulfed in conversation with a girl dressed as a German bar maid, with basically her boobs completely on show. I couldn't blame Darren. A woman in her late fifties entered the room. She paused, looked at Betsy, and then frowned. She turned to face Betsy’s parents assuming they were the individuals doing the hiring.Betsy examined the woman. Unlike a lot of women her age, the woman chose to keep her gray hair rather than dye it. She stood with her back straight and her head held up. She took a moment to examine each and everyone in the room as if taking their measure. By her glance at Betsy, it was obvious that she had found.