So I was a little preoccupied.One night I came home and Donna had invited a local voodoo priest over to the house. She said that she had found his num...er in the phone book and that he could help couples experience a new view on their marriage. I had to stifle a major guffaw. He claimed that his office was located right in the heart of the French quarter.He was dressed in traditional Haiti grab. Or so he said it was. To me he looked as if he was wearing a grandmother's MUU-MUU. He wore a pointy. Her middle finger traced my slit through my panties and goosebumps popped up all over my body. I guess Elle had received enough signals. She rolled off the sofa on to her knees. She positioned herself between my legs and hooked her fingers into my shorts and panties and tugged them down. I lifted my ass to give her easier access. I did not even care that Roger was in the room. Elle was about to lick me and I was not going to stop her. Her tongue snaked between my smooth, pouty lips. My back. " He deliberately used my full name on more than one occasion and I absolutely hated it. "What if I don't?" I said defiantly. His eyes flashed darkly. "Then I'll have to do it myself." Michael set the camcorder down again and sprang on top of me, spreading my legs with his knees and without sparing a second for me to escape, he thrust three fingers at once into my entries. I moaned aloud and bit into my bottom lip, running both hands through his hair, down his back and all the while, he pumped. "There now what shall we talk about?" Talk, I had to talk? When she sat down next to me her smell met my nose, every ounce of blood in my body went to my dick. I must have looked very pale to her. She had the most amazing odor, a light airy scent that floated over her, and a deeper, musky odor; I couldn't, at that time, identify.When I make no reply to her offer of conversation she leans over and kisses me. No woman had ever kissed me before. I had kissed girls. I was good at kissing girls and.