"Naturally, there was an uproar. The volume level went up the scale rapidly -- and stayed there.The woman with the sponsor-husband approached me. "Sho... me your card, Ma'am. What's your husband's name?" Eugene. Eugene Bradley." While she gave me that, the AI cross-referenced the data on her CAP card, confirming it and her husband's eligibility.When the AI gave me the thumbs up, I said, "Where is he? Somewhere local?" He's at work. Some repair thing -- all weekend. His work is ... important to. Now off you trot, I'm sure you havemany things to keep you busy."As I turned to leave, he patted me on my buttocks. Taking my leave I ranstraight to my bedroom. Closing the door behind me, I sat on the dressingtable and stared at myself, too shocked to cry. Why had I not stood up tohim again? Did I want to become a cock-sucking parlour maid? A tightfeeling in my groin gave me an answer I wasn't sure I wanted. I realisedthat my thingy was twitching, that I was actually aroused by theexperience I. He was not sure what she was up at first and only had basic understanding of her language. He only caught "friend" and "meet" out of several sentences that she said but he could guess where this was going. He quickly moved in. His hands tore open her furs. His mouth plunged to her breasts. He sucked deeply on her nipples. Their coupling before had been soft and now the harder or rougher it seemed the better she liked it. She made pretend attempts to fight him off and he responded by roughly. She unzipped my fly and pulled out my cock and began examining it.“About six inches soft.” She explained.“How big hard?” Her aunt asked.“Give me a second,” Stacy said.Stacy engulfed my cock in her mouth and began sucking my cock like her life depended on it.“Young lady, are you sucking him off?” Her aunt exclaimed.Stacy pulled my cock from her mouth.“Well, how did you expect me to answer that?” She giggled.“Give him the phone while you do that. I wanna have a chat with him.” Her aunt said.Stacy.