Merritt lost herself to my ministrations, her passionate moans filling the bedroom. I was pleased to see her offer no resistance to whatever I did to ...er. The glistening juices on my fingers made me decide to take her over the top."Ready for the coup de grace?" I asked."Don't tease me!" Merritt pleaded.I kissed and sucked her petals. Gently sucking each fold into my mouth, and then swiping her clit with a long lick. With her head shaking side to side, I inserted two fingers into her tightening. So she went to check it out. She went to the Western Wall and there he was, walking slowly up to the holy site.She watched him pray and after about 45 minutes, when he turned to leave, using a cane and moving very slowly, she approached him for an interview."Pardon me, sir, I'm Rebecca Smith from CNN. What's your name?" Morris Feinberg," he replied."Sir, how long have you been coming to the Western Wall and praying?" For about 60 years." 60 years! That's amazing! What do you pray for?" I pray. Nice try.”“You will tonight.”“No, I won’t.”“You will, because you’ll ask for it. You’ll want me to do it, and then I’ll happy fuck your cute little ass.”Jennifer broke out in laughter. I glanced over at Rose, who was staring at me with unbelieving eyes. I winked at her and turned back to Jennifer.“Man, you’re a trip. Seriously, you have to be planning to drug us or something.” She laughed.“Have you left your drink in my possession tonight?” I asked.“No.”“Have I brought you a drink, or given you. .. I don't think my father ever knew." Jesus," I shook my head, "Your whole fucking outfit has more worms in it than a Kinsey autobiography." Suddenly I felt sympathy for this artificial, spoiled, pampered person who had been raised in the lap of luxury amidst sexual intimidation. "You never had a chance." She looked downward, large tears formed and rolled down her cheeks."I'm still betting on a brain tumor or brain damage to go along with what heredity blessed him with. His way out kinkiness.