"I thought this must be a dream. I dropped the bindings on the floor, went to the chair, and pulled her pussy towards my awaiting mouth.It was not lon... before her juices overflowed my mouth. Her moans of pleasure rang out loud, echoing throughout the shop. I fingered myself as I licked her pussy. I wanted more of her. I wanted her to taste me.I took off my jeans and panties, leaned the chair back, and slowly lowered myself on her mouth. The feeling of her tongue on my pussy sent me to heaven. I. “Diana? Can you hear me?”Maddi watched her sister’s eyelids flutter as Diana fought to regain her wits. She sat up in the hard plastic chair and rolled forward, the side of Diana’s hospital bed pressed against her chest.“Maddi.” Diana’s voice graveled through the pain as she came to. “Where am I?”“Brentwood Memorial. There was a fire at the house and-” Maddi’s bloodshot, veiny eyes shed tears down her puffy face. She had hours to prepare to break the news to Diana but knew the job to be. I was in such a receptive mindset from reading so many stories and envisioning myself as the cock sucker, that I almost leaned in to take his thick meat into my mouth. I wondered what he tasted like and how it would feel to have a cock in my mouth.He taunted me again saying, “That’s it, white boy, keep your sweet mouth open and you’ll have what you seem to be craving.”His voice jolted me out of my reverie. I quickly backed away and said, “Sorry, Lionel, I didn’t mean to stare. That was awkward,. I would have my wife back but not because she chose me over Barry but because she found out Barry was not the person she thought he was. Thinking calmly and rationally I realized that I had to force Tracy to make a choice between our marriage and the Barry she thought she knew, not the philandering asshole he really was. This reasoning may sound foolish but that was what I was thinking at the time.When I got home that evening I tried to be friendly and attentive to Tracy, letting her know in.