Her tongue stirred through my folds. She teased me. Gave me such wicked delights. I shivered and moaned.“Mom!” I panted.“Daddy!” Tammy gasped....��Shit!” groaned the judge. “Don’t film this.”“I’m going to show this to Clint when he’s free!” I moaned. “Ooh, yes, yes, just like that Mommy. You know what I love!”My mother groaned into my twat. Her tongue thrust up into my depths. She swirled it around in me. I clenched down on her tongue. My hips wiggled back and forth. The delight had my toes. " She gave a mischievous grin. "It was becoming harder for him to get 'arder. We explained to him the difficulty of fitting cameras at short notice, and the limitations in capturing images in badly lit rooms clear enough to provide stimulus."I fidgeted in my seat. What was all this to do with Suzannah?Rowena noticed my apathy. "It may interest you to know the Earl of Gabalfa persuaded a friend, an equally depraved and dissolute man as himself, to allow us to fit cameras and recording devices in. I was floored. "Have you had sex with your boss before?" Hell yes. Almost every workday since the interview." She said."How long... when did you get interested in black guys." I said."Ever since I had sex with Terry at the singles party. Several of the wives said, blacks are the best in sex, and when you have one of them with 8" or more up your cunt your in heaven and you have more orgasms than ever before, and that I should seek-out more of them. When I asked Barbara if any other blacks were. " Steve, that's very nice of you, but I can't do that. You don't know me well enough to invite me into your home. I can stay here, I'll be fine."Mercy stepped up to the bed and said, "You will come home with us and stay with us. You are our hero right now and we want our hero where we can watch him. Please, come home with us, we'll take care of you."At that instant, my son Gene walked in the door. "Dad, how did you manage to get shot in court, especially Federal court?"Gene came over to me,.