Then Linda and I curled up on the couch with her taking notes as we had a kind of round table discussing the way it worked.Mike actually had the best ...dea. “Dude, I think that the way you did it before with them finding a note explaining what she had done. Just do something similar, maybe put it on her and it is only found if they strip her of her equipment.”I thought about this a minute, as he and Peggy (who had her hand on his shoulder) talked it over. Nope, note was done last time, do not. “Where do you want it?” he asks. Of course I can’t answer with my mouth stuffed with cock. He seems to hesitate for a second, then withdraws and groans as I feel his cum spraying on my face and on my tits. I listen to his heavy breathing for a moment, but I don’t speak. I’ve placed this night in his hands, and I don’t want to lead any of it. I wait for him. I feel him move away, then I hear the water in the bathroom and assume he’s cleaning up. After a moment, I feel a warm, wet cloth cleaning. And, for the next three hours, they told each other everything.Jacqui told how her dress up games with her daughters had made herrealise and confront who she really was and how she'd taken steps toput things right. Simon told Jacqui all about his late wife and howdifficult things had been until he and Daisy had moved to be near hisparents. As he told his story, Jacqui couldn't help admiring howDaisy was his top priority in everything he did and how he'd copedwith his loss. And yet he also. ."Yes, Mistress".She impaled her sopping wet cunt on my shaft and began working it up and down. "If you cum, I'll whip your ass with my crop, not my soft hand."This was too much for Mistress Clarissa who dropped her robe revealing a white costume contrasting obscenely with her ebony skin. "Since your cock's already busy you can use your mouth on my cunt." Before I could respond with the obligatory "Yes, Mistress" she had straddled my head and planted her cunt firmly on my mouth. I'm not dumb..