. The front door is opened by the hosts themselves , she is 50ish , wearing stocking , suspenders , peek a boo bra and a mischievous smile , her husba...d , is around same age , but more formally dressed in trousers and shirt , his eyes sparkle as he welcomes me in . I am introduced to the gathered crowd , everyone is just mingling , sipping their drinks , having polite conversation ,the thing that strikes me is that everyone looks normal , ie no one looks like a raving sex maniac , yes some. Amy was able to get deeper into how the process worked, but they all agreed we'd need a neurologist and/or a psychologist to get much deeper. One person mentioned that they wanted to do functional MRI's on someone before and after enslavement. Interesting, but not helpful for the "don't make more slaves" goal. They also had come up with some improvements in the instructions, but more work was required. They did not make much progress in keeping me from being trained, mainly because it would. "Morning, honey," Jack breathed into his wife's ear and then began to worm his swelling cock up between her thighs, aiming its blood-engorged tip up toward the soft curly mound he knew lay ahead. In a second he was burrowing a hot path up into her waiting cunt, already sopping wet and eager for him. With something like wonder he felt his sensitive hardness rub slowly through that warm moist little cleft, gentle little spasms running over his surprised loins."What a way to wake up," he whispered. He lapped up every drop of my cum and quickly came back up and kissed me hard, darting his tongue into my mouth so that I could taste my own sweet juice. 'Can I fuck you now?' he asked with a smile and without even answering, I kissed him passionately and pulled him hard against me. As I felt his cock enter me, he let out a shuddering moan that turned me on so much I had another tiny orgasm wave pass through my body! He pushed himself softly in and out of my pussy, making love to me gently and.