"Sure,yeah, I can help. Just, uh, what does helping mean?"She proceeded to tell me about her life up to that point. About how as ayoung girl she had d...fficulty in crowded settings, and that her parentshad thought her shyness was just a garden variety social phobia. It wasonly when she was a little older that she was able to articulate that herbeing overwhelmed when she was around others wasn't out of anxiety, butbecause being in a crowd was like being set in front of a firehose ofemotions.Gwen. She finished her blowjob and let his prick slip from between her lips. There, she said, are you happy now? I sure am, sis, he answered, you give nice head and Ill be wanting more later. Maybe your pussy and asshole too. He pulled on his pants, picked up his blanket and wandered off to his room to ponder the experience. Snoopy had finally managed to pull his cock from Lucys little cunt and was licking the residue of dog cum and pussy juice from her crotch. She was enjoying the licking. Women would come to my office to get me to fix a stapler or some other equipment and sit there and talk like a ship bound sailor complete with all the colorful language. Some would give me crotch shots and watch my reaction, others would need a chiropractic adjustment or muscle tension relieved, and many just vented about their husbands not paying attention to them.This gave me insight as to what many of their problems were, and of course I began to suggest some solutions. Being careful, not to. A pointier chin, higher forehead, and a rounder jawline.“So that’s it?” Mrs. Armstrong asked. “Anything else?”“You’re going to watch as I make love to my mother,” I purred. “You’re going to watch until your so horny you can’t resist joining us. No touching your pussy. No masturbating. If either of us sees you so much as grope your tits, we’re going to release the tape.”“Perfect,” Clint said in my ear. “Just remember, don’t call our mother ‘Mom’ once you start making love to her.”“Do you.