“That’s what you want, isn’t it, Nadine?” She stared at me, glassy-eyed. “That’s what you need in your life – isn’t it, Nadine?” ...othing. “Isn’t it?”Her eyes closed of their own accord as her breath hissed out, “Yessssssss….”I placed my hand over her clasped ones. Her eyes opened slowly. “Even just this conversation is turning you on, isn’t it, Nadine?” And before she could reply I added, “You’re wet – aren’t you, Nadine?”I was so close to her face now that I could actually see the. ??How about you come over for lunch sometime and you can see the house???Okay.??I live down in Palo Alto. I’ll send a car to pick you up. One of Marty’s guys will arrange the details when you’re ready.?Catherine was getting excited. She was certain that she could design an interesting sequence of performances in a private, intimate space for a controlled, pre-selected audience. Interesting performances indeed.* * *The First Performance:?Hello. I’m Catherine.? She smiled at the woman in the red. ”I got up, popped a slice of the marbled rye she liked into the toaster, and took out the butter and jam. As I was setting the butter and jam on the table, I asked, “Still feeling bad about last night?”Mom stood up quickly and screamed at me. “Of course, I still feel bad about last night! Do you think I don’t have feelings?” She pounded her fist on the table, spilled her coffee, and shouted: “I don’t know why men don’t like me!” She broke out in tears and ran from the kitchen and up the stairs. Her thighs trembled. Her breathing quickened. “Oh my god. I'm cumming.”Swallows came. Her inner pussy muscles quivering and pulsating. Gripping and squeezing Bumfelt's steel-hard cock. Pussy juices exploding around his member as he pounded it into her wet hole.“Oh god, no more,” gasped Swallows. “No more.”Bumfelt slid from her sopping pussy. He pulled Swallows to the edge of the desk. She leant towards his hard cock. Mouth open. Licking her lips.“You going to cum for me now, Eddie?”.