Tyrone took the papers and looked over them. Most of the scientific jargon was way over his head, but he found the address of the place, and the name ...f the chemical, and that was enough for him. He committed those facts to memory, and threw the papers into the shredder. ‘Very good. Don’t disappoint me, after all, we wouldn’t want anything to happen to your poor mother now would we.’ Dr. Spy said. ‘Don’t worry. No need for threats. I won’t fail you, Doc.’ Tyrone said. ‘Make sure you don’t. You. ...........but don't stop ok.....it feels fantastic."I stop for a moment, look up at him and ask "this is our little secret right?" For sure, Bob, I'd never tell anybody, honest."I resume sucking his cock. My head bobs up and down. I can almost get all of it in my mouth but not quite. His thickness in the middle is more pronounced now and fills my mouth entirely.When I need to stop to catch my breath, I lick his cockhead and I can taste the pre-cum oozing out of his piss-slit. My hand squeezes. ?That is the third and most onerous part of my punishment. I cannot let my husband know that I am wearing this device. For the next two weeks I will have no choice but to satisfy his needs with my hands and mouth. I will have to keep him so sated that he will not ask to use my body in the normal way. I will minister to him with my tongue and lips morning and night with such enthusiasm that he will not think about doing anything else. If twice a day is not sufficient, then I will service him. She's a randy little vixen if you ask me. The Thiler's helicopter pilot's fiancee, Kim Lee, asked if I could fix the hem on her skirt." Stop this gossiping," called Magda. "If you're finished with the dresser get back to your room. I'll be there shortly."Magda Oldfield sat on the side of Fiona's big bed and smiled spitefully at the two Kaiser women.Fiona and Juliette stood at attention—fearful of the wicked electronic prod Magda twirled carelessly with her fingers. It was just after lunch and.