I loved Denny. She burrowed into my arse in filthy smutty delight. And I took it all equally with a growing acceptance of its delicious rudeness. My a...se was so happy. Pleasure extracted from my butt as naturally as salt is from the sea.I gave equally back to my brunette friend. She quivered slightly as I put a finger inside her butthole. Her tight cute arsehole. But in her growing excitement and pleasure pulsing, she was soon relaxed enough to take two of my desperate fingers. We were butthole. She then spread her legs giving Jason room to crawl between them. “Oh God, Jason, you're driving me crazy. I have never been so turned on. I feel like I'm about to explode.” Jason gave her snugly closed virgin pussy a kiss right over the entrance to her depths. One long pussy-lip parting lick from her asshole to her clit had Ann again thrusting her pelvis up to his face. Her hands were tight fists pressed into the bed at her sides. He then inhaled deeply and told Ann, “There is nothing. Of placebo effect to what we tried over the weekend. You're right. As a scientist I recognize it was a poorly devised experiment." As a scientist, how would you devise an experiment to neutralize the placebo effect?" Well ... Ideally it would be a double-blind one. The subject wouldn't be aware whether she was receiving the actual concoction or an inert substance." And, neither would the experimenter," he interjected, "to eliminate any observational bias." I understand, given the circumstances,. Yes, Dawson's "invention" would revolutionize his private enterprise, providing a trouble-free method of making him a multi-millionaire. Then he would be free to devise other intriguing occupations to satisfy his passion for illicit intrigue... The staff at the gallery (they were all mature men and women who wore mostly black or dark brown suits and dresses; Don Ernesto had obviously planned it so that they would not be confused with the clientele -- though you could hardly categorize these.