Laura, oh god now... please!" Mmmmm, I love your fantastic body," Laura murmured, prolonging the agony for yet another excruciating minute, slipping h...r tongue deep into Brandi's pussy.She knew it would drive Brandi up the wall but not really make her come, not yet. But the slightest touch of her clit would probably make her explode, and so Laura avoided it, teasing her, enjoying the vulnerability of such a powerful body. Brandi's sleek muscles clenched and strained, and her beautiful face. Young women followed this dead-end road to abnegation and pussy self-sacrifice. Now, with much inner struggle, the sex-deprived wife was realizing those glossy Photoshop altered images she had worshiped were fake. The dream she had been sold was hollow. The women’s magazine “plan” foisted upon young women was all surface and no substance. Her sexless marriage was a shell of what she had expected. Paul was a provider of material things, but where it mattered—in her marriage bed and in her. “Is everything okay, Mom?”“No, it’s not. I have to go back home right away.”“What’s the matter? Is Dad okay? Should I come, too; should we have Carl meet us there?“Yes and no. He’s not sick or injured, but he found out about Antonio.”“‘Found out’ about Antonio? You always told us that he knew, but was embarrassed about it and we shouldn’t say anything.”“I know, Honey, I know, but I couldn’t tell your father. He is a very proud man, and I knew he could never accept what Antonio and I had, it. She was about a head shorter than he was, but for some reason she appeared even shorter, he couldn’t put his finger on it. Any which way, she was shaped nicely. She had straight raven-black hair down beyond her shoulders and bright blue eyes, although they seemed tired.“Hi, I’m Gabe, your tape operator for today.”She smiled politely at him and handed him two tapes. One with a great big number 42 on it and one blank, “I’ll need tape 42 first to finish up some edits and I should be ready to dump.