She hinted, and joked about how I would feel if she gave him a hand job. She would have just given him one hand job, but I kept talking her into think...ing about doing more, like a few hand jobs, and a few blowjobs during the last few weeks he was still there. I had her dress more provocative, picking out what bra he would get to see. When she was sure he was looking down her shirt she told him about the reward her husband was going to let her give him, and jacked him off, She was supposed to. But as his gaze went down south, it dawned on him why at the first instance that he saw Mrs. Causing he felt his cock instantly got hard. It was obvious to him that Mrs. Causing possessed a figure that any man would die for, with her delicious pair of breasts and her enticingly soft behind any man would be a fool not to want to partake of that luscious body of hers. But as he came nearer to Mrs. Causing he tried to wipe away those lustful thoughts from his mind. “Good afternoon Mrs. Causing?”. And we both paid the price for what we freely chose to do. And before you say it, no, you are not solely responsible. It took me a long time to convince Doctor Mercer of that, but it was when she finally accepted that fact that I FINALLY could make progress.”The waitress, a pretty Chinese girl who I guessed was about twenty, came to the table to take our orders. We placed our orders, including green tea and cocktails - vodka and cranberry juice for Stephanie and bourbon for me.“See anything you. ~~~~~~That evening she didn’t even wait to be asked but took his prick in her hands willingly. It felt familiar to her now, and she was starting to recognise the shape of the veins that curved down the shaft, and that seemed to swell and throb as his prick became fully hard.Then Peter spoke.“Abigail…Sister Abigail, I love it when you rub me,” he stammered, “But would you do something else for me? Something my brother’s girl does for him.”“I don’t know. Maybe. What is it you want?” She was.