One of them downed a drink and leered at us as we walked by.Finally we turned a corner and were led down a small flight of stairs to the garage, which...was partially below ground. The steel door to the garage was locked, but the man who led us in put in a key and opened the door for us.The garage had been converted into a sort of office, with a couple of desks and a couch with a big screen television in front of it. To my surprise, Mr. Hwrong was sitting in a desk in the far corner of the. Go on, please. I want to help.”Stacey’s voice was only a whisper. “I… I called for you.”“Yes, that’s why I burst in like I did…” he lied.“No, I called out ‘Daddy’ ‘cause…” She raised her eyes to his. “…because I was thinking about you when I was doing it.”Mike looked dumbfounded. “Me? Why me?”“Why not you? I love you, you love me, I feel safe around you… I can’t help it, Daddy. I think about you all the time, and when I do, I… I get horny.” She looked at his eyes, hopefully. “Honey, that’s…”. Old habitsdied hard, and Randie was finding her male attitude hard going for herhusband."It's like torture. I love the bastard. And sex with him is uncanny.But... I have to lower my sights, lower my... how the hell do womentake it?? I'm a good cook! I like cooking! I even like tiding up! Butit's never enough! But I love the bastard!"Randie was feeling the same. Physically she had adapted, inside therewas still too much..."I had to take control of the company! The idiots got no vision!. We turned our attention back to the screen.I’d placed the camera for a close up and she had my cock in her mouth and was expertly sucking and licking it.“Oh, God,” he said. “She was one hot fucking whore. What’s it like having your cock sucked?”“It’s gorgeous,” I replied. “Have you never had it done?”Tony shook his head.“I’ve never even had my hands on a cunt!” he said.“Never?”He shook his head.“None of the girls I know are interested.”A moment passed and I slid from the sofa and pushed his.