The basement opened out into a large walkout sunroom connected to a magnificent pool which was landscaped into a large hill. Casey loved their bedroo.... In the middle was a large king size bed with mirrors on the ceiling. The one dresser drawer contained Janes sex toys. Lots of them. Giant dildos, whips, handcuffs and masks. What a fucking little slut also Casey thought. Casey got onto the bed and looked at herself in the mirror. She imagined Andrew fucking her on the bed and this made her. .play?” she asked, her voice suddenly quite husky and low.“Please...please...” he groaned.When Ella’s hands returned to the boy’s cock, the shaft had lost a fraction of its prior rigidity, but it didn’t take long to recover. Yet, when it did, Ella was blessed with a river of clear, glistening pre-cum. It leaked freely at first, defying gravity, until Ella resumed her ministrations and the slick liquid coated D’s cock and the excess dripped to the floor.The coach’s wife sat on the floor facing. Once again Susan felt the soft touches slowly exploring her body through the silky fabric. She felt her right breast being massaged and then a soft pressure pushing the fabric between her thighs and onto her labia. Something pressed onto the sensitive hood of her clitoris with a gentle swirling motion. She flinched slightly when she felt light kisses flowing onto her neck and soft 'finger' tips slipping under the robe on her shoulders.Susan trembled and shook as wild thoughts filled her. I’ll admit I breathed a sigh of relief. The relief from stress was almost indescribable. I could finally let my guard down, relax without the risk of being murdered by my own asset.Go ahead, drop your guard. See what happens.Cancer. That’s what happens.Cervical and uterine cancer.You know those degrading, uncomfortable pap smears women have to get? Do it. Really. My survival chances were good because we caught it really early. To someone like me the answer was pretty damn obvious. Pull out all.