Ben Foster? There’s a small hammer in the junk drawer on the left side of the sink.” “Only if you stop calling me Mr. Ben Foster,” he said smi...ling and taking the proffered vessel. “Just call me Ben.” “Agreed,” Lizzy chirped as she took a long deep sip from her replenished glass. “And maybe you can open another bottle of that delicious wine. We can work on it while we read whatever is in there. Please, Ben.” Ben took the bottle to the kitchen. Lizzy sipped her wine and casually unfastened. ! Once more, Sylvie tried the power of positive suggestion. She remembered the helpful shot that Dr. Darling had just given to her. Certainly the situation wasn't nearly as bad as she had made it out to be to herself! Even though she had submitted to that lewd oral act with the elderly valet, there were worse things in life than that... certainly she could rise above that awful memory if she had risen above so many other things in the pasty"Oh, Mr. Franks!" Sylvie heard her own voice saying. It was if I no longer existed to her. It wasn’t long before I saw my wife take all of his 10” into her mouth and the head of it was clearly seen in her throat and his balls were resting on her chin, and she was massaging his ass-cheeks, holding him in place. He had a hand of his on each side of her head and slowly fucked her mouth and throat, gradually picking up speed, as he talked dirty to her, something she liked when I did it. “That’s it bitch! Suck that black cock, like the black cock slut. It felt like a jolt on electricity shot up my spine as I tasted my sister’s tongue. We had been kissing for about a minute when Julia’s hand went inside of my boxers grabbed my dick. The feeling was incredible as I kissed Jessie knowing Julia was softly jerking me off. I could tell Julia’s talented tongue was quickly getting to Jessie. I removed my lips from Jessie’s mouth and looked down at her. I could see a storm brewing in her eyes, and it was about to erupt. “Julia, stop for a minute……....