She smelled clean and ready to eat. “Morning Daddy, are you awake yet?” she asked, knowing that there was no way that I could be asleep after her ...anding on top of me.I replied, my eyes still closed. I was still willing my cock to go back down before she noticed and it didn’t seem to be working very well for me. Knowing that she was sitting so close, knowing now what her bare little pussy looked like wasn’t helping any either. She slowly and carefully moved her hands to my ribs so as not to. Lives were ruined by such investigations. So, a stage performance of radical sex practices needed to be well hidden and protected by enforcement staff.There were no cell phones back then, and cameras of all types were banned. A stage show wanted no proof available, outside of what was seen live. And that was the case for “The Demo Bar”. It was a converted storage area on Indianapolis’s south side. Such a building was actually cheap, on that side of town. The bar and performance stage could be. I moved closer. The aroma coming from her was intoxicating. Alyssa moaned as my fingers rubbed down her vulva to her vaginal opening. I felt her raise up and her hand landed on my head. She pulled my face towards her. Before I knew it my mouth was on her vulva. She tasted, weird but good. It was a tangy, almost salty taste, but I liked it. From the movement of her hips and the moans escaping her lips, she liked me there too. I may be a nerd, but I knew about cunnilingus. I had watch guys. Do you think you could do that Rebecca?" Yes! Anything." Good girl Rebecca. Now I've talked to my client, and we discussed some of the particulars of the case, and then I presented the deal to your husband, and he agreed, but he was adamant you had to make the final decision. Rebecca, here's the deal, the witness will destroy all the evidence against your husband, and the matter will be dropped, but you will have to trade some sexual favors for the afternoon, and follow the directions from my.