There should be also a sort of couch besides, and at the head of this a sort of stool, on which should be placed the fragrant ointments for the night,...as well as flowers, pots containing collyrium and other fragrant substances, things used for perfuming the mouth, and the bark of the common citron tree. Near the couch, on the ground, there should be a pot for spitting, a box containing ornaments, and also a lute hanging from a peg made of the tooth of an elephant, a board for drawing, a pot. Gullible me bought it. He started explaining to me how I could enjoy my pussy, under his commands I started pinching my hard nipples, my hands then ran over my virgin body to reach my clit. I kept reading the words "Rub it for Me" and rubbing my clit as if my life depended on it. I occasionally stopped to tell him how good it felt, and sometimes he would ask me to thank him for it. "Thank you for showing me how to be happy," I would reply. He had me insert a finger, then another into my soaking. He pushed me slightly, enough to make me lose my balance and fall back onto my bed, where I lay with my feet still on the ground, and Borg's legs between my knees. I could still feel him on my hard nipples, even though they were undoing his pants.Mother had moved behind him and was reaching round and pulling his zipper down, reached in and was now holding his cock, as his pats and underpants had dropped to his ankles, she stroked him slowly, and it was as if Borg's entirety was just to support. She smiled to herself in a haze enjoying the idea that Brother Bob was looking at her revealed pussy and her hard nipples. She had no idea how he had seen and touched everything she had many times while she was in the trance. The image of a naked Brother Bob flashed in her head with his big hard cock inches from her lips.He interrupted her mental games as he said "Time to rest Linda" and as she slipped into the familiar trance he said, "Today darling Linda you will remember everything as you.