Oh yes, that’s it, swallow my cum,” Frank heard the man say, as he was enjoying Elisabeth’s hot mouth.In a few minutes, Frank saw the man walk a...ay while zipping up his fly. He had gotten what he wanted from the beautiful brunette and was now through with her. The man left Elisabeth there in the parking lot and went back into the bar. Elisabeth got up off her knees and went over to where Frank was parked.“That man wanted a blowjob,” Elisabeth told Frank nonchalantly.“Did you swallow all of his. Jeanne would certainly ask me why I'd stopped at a bar rather than coming straight home. It also seemed silly to me. This was our new life style. I wasn't planning to go to a bar every time my wife was entertaining a man, so it didn't seem reasonable that I should do it now. I decided that going into the house was my only reasonable option, but that left me with a new dilemma. When I go inside should I immediately announce my presence or should I try to enter quietly and wait until Jeanne and. Dora was to receive a public television crew at her home, who was to make a report on healthy eating and all its benefits. In fact, Mrs. Dora was known in better city circles as a dedicated advocate of a healthy and natural diet. Her good friend, Carmen, a professor at the Faculty of Architecture, who had connections on television, persuaded Dora to agree to appear on TV. To Mrs. Dora, on the one hand, the whole TV thing was both a hassle and a waste of time. On the other hand, it suited her. The images were clearing up, it seemed to her, and maybe slowing down. Or maybe it was just her ability to perceive them that was changing. Was that possible? She still didn’t know what she was looking at, but she thought she was catching undertones…sexual undertones. Was that a male torso that flickered on and disappeared? The thigh of a woman? She was sure the word ‘submission’ flew from one side of the screen to the other, followed by other words she didn’t quite catch… The little dancing.