My wife didn’t even flinch or moan. When I finished she simply pulled away, got up and cleaned herself up. Apparently not really receiving much en...oyment from my fucking. To recap a bit from what I related in our previous events. My wife and I fantasized about her fucking a BBC for many years. Eventually having watched her fuck a BBC and then see her get addicted to his bull nigger cock, he then manipulated her into fucking other black men for money. She has openly embraced fucking. They had both come to this institution for mediation, and resulted in fucking each other on the table. They broke up months later, but still that decision was mutual. Here was her brother-in-law and sister now, needing the same services that she required years ago; services that awoke within her a fire to pursue this dream job of hers. "We have taken the liberty of creating atmospheres that would both relax you and free the minds of our clients while they are unable to reach a settlement with. Servers in service industries were people trying to make a living, and deserved respect. They weren’t slaves.He admitted there was a fine line between being a demanding customer and being an asshole. One way to keep from crossing that line was to be polite. Simple words like ‘please, thank you, you’re welcome, and excuse me’ went far to keeping one on the correct side of that invisible line. Compliments were always appreciated.A good customer recognized when a server was extremely busy, and. I dipped a finger into my overused loose hole and felt a small shiver of pleasure run through my body and I let out a sigh but after this brief ounce of pleasure I felt nothing. Everything had gone numb again. Disappointed that I wasn't cured of my numb cunt I gave up touching myself and just enjoyed the warm water. Not long after the door to the bathroom opened and I heard something that I very seldom ever heard. It was Annie she said, "Mom, can I come in? I need to talk to you?" Sure Annie.