I don't think she was so confident of her decision at this point. She came into the living room where I was sitting in a chair I had brought in from t...e dining room and stood in front of me. "Is this the hairbrush you meant?" she asked, quietly handing me the hairbrush."Yes, that's the one. I like the nice wide flat back on it... it's just the thing to use on a naughty slut's tender ass, don't you think?" I asked her."Please... please, Robert..." she said, taking a step back."Now you knew this. He was holding his tea and the newspaper at chest level, and, despite the fact that he was wearing nothing else other than his boxer-briefs which he was very noticeably tenting with his enormous erection, he waited for her to look up."Hi there," she replied, her gaze still stuck on her screen."The kettle just boiled, I could make you a cup of tea?" He asked."No, thank you." She still didn't look up."Alright, well if you're sure..." She didn't reply, and so, still feeling a little thrill at the. What is involved?" Jack asked."The first thing to understand is just as in the case of our artificial insemination clients, the women in this special program wish both themselves and the donor to remain anonymous. To accomplish this, the client's face will remain hidden for the entire session. Do you have any problem with that?" No," Jack replied."Good. It is also a requirement that I will have to remain in the room and observe the entire time. This is to assure the safety and security of our. She did grab onto my arms, but couldn't look at me though. She was jolting nonstop and moaning too, all the while my schlong got thrills beyond belief."Oh, yes, you're titillating me. Jerry, keep going on both of those," she moaned, increasing her grip. "Do you feel that juice down there? Do you?" Yes."I did, but I was too busy to mention it, I was performing more nipple play on her hooters than I had on my wife in the past couple of years, so I had the cheer of actually having great sex going.