My uncle walked in the bedroom and caught us both. He didn't really raise hell he just asked us if we did this often and why we liked doing things lik... this. We were scared shitless and knew we probably disappointed him greatly to say the least. Days and weeks passed and nothing else was ever said about it.One day I walked to my cousins house to visit and he wasn't home, but his dad told me to just sit on the couch and wait for him to get home. He said he was taking a shower and would be out. I managed to whisper, “I’m going to cum.” But it was unnecessary. Lisa had already taken me into her throat, her face against my crotch, her tongue extended licking the sweet spot, where cock and balls met. I came fast, and the sensation of my orgasm was almost painful in its intensity. I exploded into Lisa’s throat, and she swallowed it all without even taking a breath, coming off my cock and sucking it clean of all evidence of her infidelity.She needed both hands but managed to force my cock. Running through her head, all the things that had happened that day, and doubts mounted. a In a calm clear voice Taggert said:"Don't get cold feet now, Mrs. Davis, this is all for the best. I can assure you that this clit ring will do more to control your daughter than anything else you could come up with." "But… But how does it work?" Jessy asked, shakily. "Well," Taggert replied, "inside the ring is a microchip that works much like the vibrator. Though, as I'm sure you can ascertain, a. ‘Can we get past this Mr Webster and Mrs Barrington way of talking?’ She smiled and held out her hand. ‘Hello Jack, I’m Frances. Can we start again?’ He briefly shook her hand. ‘Hi Frances, let’s have a closer look at your wonderful blues and greens.’ They went back to her easel where they had a relaxed conversation about her painting. When Frances concentrated on her painting and the conversation, her face relaxed. For the first time there was no trace of haughtiness, now there was an.