I was working on my shirt sleeve buttons. Her hands went to my belt and unbuckled it. She unzipped my pants and unfastened the waist clasp. She pushed...them and my boxer briefs down.To my surprise, she knelt before me and inhaled my cock down her throat pushing her nose into my pubic hairs. She held her head there while her throat and tongue were driving me crazy! She came off with a gasp. “I bet you didn’t expect that!” I shook my head still speechless. “I’ve never deep throated one before and. They like this life. But the games are getting too rough. We’ve got to protect ourselves and put them away.”“You’re sure it will work?”“Positive. I have everything we need.”It ended pretty quickly after that with Susan getting up and leaving. I got down on my hands and knees and looked under the ledge of the TV stand. Sure enough, there was a video camera I missed before. I didn’t even realize you could plug a video camera directly into one of those recorders.I sped through all of the. He made a light dinner of salad, French bread, and wine. He had a small fire going in the fireplace (this was last March), nice music on the stereo and the lights down. We started with a foot massage using unscented almond oil and went to her back then turned Susan over. By that time she was very ready for anything.Susan's eyes were closed and Bob and I were silent using hand and eye signals tocommunicate. While doing her breasts and belly with the oil, we-at the sameexact time-bent over and. "Good?" asked Patricia. Cindy stared at her, as she kneeled on her mat."Is it good?" she asked again, pantomiming the act of eating. Cindy's expression didn't change. Her face was blank, devoid of emotion."Do you understand?"No response. Only the steady, unnerving stare. Patty sighed and lay down, facing away from her cell mate."guu." came a tiny voice. She turned around. Cindy was still watching her."Yes. Good." Said Patricia. Cindy remained as impassive as ever.Patricia was.