Lansing swiveled his chair and sat forward behind his desk. "How can Ihelp you?"The woman took charge. "We need counseling or I'm getting a divorce!" ...ell, you've come to the right place. I am a marriage counselor. I havea long line of satisfied customers..." I don't give a rat's ass about your past customers. We need help andwe're willing to pay for it exclusively."Lansing looked interested. "And by exclusively you mean what? Exactly?" We want your undivided attention. Clear your calendar and. ? He chuckled as he watched my face turn a bright pink. ?I would be honored to serve you publicly Master.? My pussy wet with the anticipation of many cocks in my hot wanting cunt. My mouth started to water thinking of all the pricks he may let me suck. Pinching my clit with his thumb and forefinger as a taste of what is yet to come. Knowing me so well, being able to read the look on my face. ?Yes my sweet cock slut, you will, and,? pauses as he pinches my itty bitty clitty again drawing out. So, we had this pre-wedding event like this called “engagement party” or who the fuck knows. Quite a lot of people gathered: parents, friends, relatives. It all took place at Ms. Applegate's house and I really couldn't do much about it.My girlfriend Cindy and I were on the second floor in her room, discussing something, drinking wine (there was a lot of wine that day), then she went downstairs to her friends.I was left alone. I stood by a large window overlooking the backyard. The door opened. She would arrive promptly at 8.00 am each weekday morning, shortly after Philip had taken his wife her morning cup of tea in bed, before retiring to his attic office.On this particular Monday morning Philip had been eagerly looking forward to viewing Episode nineteen of ‘Trucker Suckers’. Settling down in front of his laptop he loosened the cord of his pajama trousers, letting them drop to the floor. A swarthy African driver in dirty oil-stained overalls was preparing to fellate a fellow driver.