She felt her pussy clenching and vibrations and shivers already going up and down her spine. Putting her shiny red lips on his cock head and breathing...onto it, she began to slowly lick and tease it. She was holding his balls as well so that both cock and balls were out of his pants. She began to suck the head lightly. She could tell the man was more than aroused, but she had to go slow.Pretty soon, she felt her Master behind her, and with his legs, he moved her kneeling legs apart so that she. Mitch took my chin in his hand, guiding my mouth to meet with his. His lips were soft and moist, comforting and easing my nerves as he guided my hand lower, still intertwined with his. He stopped right before we reached my clit. I held my breath. He placed his face close to mine, our noses touching. I could smell the fresh mintiness of the lifesavers he loves so much on his hot breath. Brushing his bottom lip slowly across mine, Mitch tilted his head, sliding his tongue past my lips to meet. We went down stairs and I couldn't believe what I was seeing. The most perverted collection of porn I had ever seen of magazines, movies, and stories. She explained that he never really touched her that much, he would come down stairs for hours, and would then come to bed. He would lay on top of her for a few minutes, and that was it. For almost thirty years, that was it. So, I started carrying the boxes of porn up the stairs, to the back of the house, and placed them in HER room. She explained. I prepared myself for a history lesson, mine!"David," I said to get things started on the right foot, "talk to me as if you're telling a stranger about Allan Jonsson. If you keep that in mind I won't have to keep on stopping you with questions." Good idea," he said."And if you don't mind," I added, "I'd like to record what you say on this Personal Recorder thing."I produced a recorder that Trish had bought for me, out of my pocket. He nodded."Before I start," he asked, "I think Trish said you.