Wilson told me that we'd reached aplateau in my therapy. The light sedatives and light hypnosis couldonly go so far and that I had some very deeply s...ated issues that weneeded to work through if my therapy was going to be a success. Iremember all this very well for it was the first time he mentioned thetherapy machine. These days I get butterflies in my tummy whenever heeven mentions it. Back then I remember my cock twitching upon hearingit. I was wearing a really pretty emerald green. She knows. She knows what that does to me when she sticks her wet tongue in my ear. I am squirming big time, losing the struggle to concentrate on the conversation on the other end of the line. My fingers are white from clenching the phone. Damn her.She leaves my lap and hops back on my desk with legs widely spread. Her pussy leaks its juices all over my papers, with her arousal on full display a foot from me. With stilettos wrapped around my chair, she pulls my rolling chair towards her.. " I took Hazel's hand. "Would you follow me please, Mrs. Russell," I said as I led her down the hallway and into the bedroom, followed closely by David. When all three of us were through the door, I closed it behind me. Hazel stood waiting for our next move."Could you take your skirt and blouse of please Mrs. Russell," I said. Hazel smiled and unbuttoned her blouse slowly teasing us as she did, obviously enjoying this as much as David and I were. Hazel always wore sexy undies whenever David. It still had a few shots in it. I poured it on the bastard's limp cock and hoped that would be sufficient. I know I can't bring myself to torch a human body.We drove back to the house and took showers. I disposed of the empty whiskey bottle and burned the blood stained clothing we were wearing in a small pit I dug beside the house. When there was nothing left but ashes I filled the hole with dirt and covered it with mulch. I covered the driver's seat of the SUV with a tarp and put my five.