I was so hot that I had to have Billy lick up the excess throughout the entire day, which worked out great as I got to dye his hair the same color as ...ine, and put both of our hair up in a tight bun. I’m a natural redhead, but it looks more like strawberry blond than a deep red/orange. Billy took time then to set up the video cameras. And by the time Jamul knocked at our front door we looked like dissimilar matching bookends.“Wow!” Jamul gasped. “You two look…”“Fuckable?” I finished for him.“Oh. I was somewhat skilled in that area since I had spent several years behind a desk in the Pentagon looking for weak links in the handling of classified information.My uncle on my mother's side was in the upper echelon of the New York City Police Department and he was able to furnish me with data not available to the common P.I. I was not really a P.I. because that would mean committing to a field that held little allure for me. Most of the P.I.'s that I knew were alcoholics or failed policemen. ” My pussy canal, now empty, contracted a final time and the orgasm pulsed through me, causing me to seem to Karl like I was disobeying. He took his wet hand from his shaft, slapped my cheek, and then with his grip on my hair he forced my mouth to his cockhead. Karl stroked his own length a single time and then jacked his base in short strokes a few times. “Open your mouth, I am going to give you another gift.” Another clitoral orgasm wave rippled through my body and I didn’t comply fast. That was puzzling. Why would acting like a housewife make her happy? Some sort of bio-engineering perhaps? She knew she would never be happy just cleaning and cooking… but if there was art too… It was a possibility. The shocking thing was, that particular possibility had never occurred to her. She had never known a man she wanted to take care of. She had never stayed in a house and felt comfortable and, well, loved. She didn’t want to get her hopes too high for this relationship, but… She found.