I slide my hands back down to my pussy. Massage the insides of my thighs. I'm totally relaxed. Poke my finger gently into my sex. My index finger fi...ds my clit. I move it in a sloooow circle. I want this to last. Reverse the direction of my circles and speed it up just a bit. A soft moan escapes my lips. "Oh. Yes." I bring my fingers to my mouth and taste my wetness. It's so sweet. Going back to my lower half, I run my fingers down my entire slit and spread my legs wider. I dip my pinky into. Just the head of it filled my mouth, making my pussy even wetter. I couldn’t wait for it to be inside me, and he must have read my mind because he pushed me back down on the bed, rolled me over, pulled me up onto all fours, spread my butt cheeks wide and, after quickly fingering my pussy once more he began sliding his monster inside me.When I say monster, I mean MONSTER! My pussy has never been so stretched. It slid in slowly, forcing me to scream and gasp out of genuine, ecstatic pleasure. I. I want to see some money coming in from you. That damn Eric is taking most of what you will make, so you will just have to work even harder."You make damn sure that you make the men happy, whatever it is they want. And make sure you are careful too, I don't need any 'accidents'. I have enough mouths to feed around here as things are. I am trying to get my two beautiful, but spoiled, daughters married off and out of the house, I don't want to have to worry about any new mongrel kids," she. Flushed, with hearts pounding and libidos raging, we sank into our perspective chairs to await our prognosis. It had been a most arousing inspection, and I briefly wondered if our two visitors were a new kind of deviant that preyed on aging couples. From their bags, they withdrew two syringes with a different color extract in each one before sitting on the couch. They explained they were from the Stellar Regenerative Institute, a research community that focused upon procreative dysfunction. .