I introduced Jane simply as 'Jane', no explanation as to relationship orhistory. The girls took a liking to Jane and asked to dance. "Jane.How about...dancing with me?" asked Denise.Jane said yes and they started dancing together, slow and close,chatting, gaining a rapport. Laura and I watched for a few minutes andthen looked at each other and without speaking, got up and danced also. I remembered how it felt when Laura and I danced those months ago, andagain we danced intimately, slow and very. I didn't know how to respond. I had never gotten a blow job...much less from an experieced woman. She worked her mouth on my cock, bobbing her head up and down while working the shaft expertly. Sometimes she would stop sucking my cock just long enough to spit on it and jack it off. I felt like I had died and gone to BJ heaven. It took her about 10 minutes before I felt that funny feeling in my stomach signaling that the end was near.I said "Jes, I'm about to cum pretty soon"She responded. Then she became bolder and started inviting me to her home every afternoon for lunch. I had a lunch break in the office of one hour but started spending more and more time at her house every day.This went on for more than 3 weeks and she asked me to come home on a Saturday morning with a winking and kissing emoji. I went there fully dressed up, even shaved my balls and kept a condom hoping I might be lucky and rang the bell. Her hubby opened the door and welcomed me in.The daughter had already. So, rather than splatting into the glass fifty feet below me, I just drifted gently down. My feet pressed and I saw several goons who hadn’t been able to swing themselves around in the air like me were struggling to get up.My thumb flicked to tranq and I put each of them down with a single dart.“Kimmyyyyyyyyy! They’re firing the laser!” Tabby screamed – she was dangling from her wrist and was using her free arm to hold onto the chain. But her feet were pointing. I looked and saw a girl goon.