She usually got two distinctly separate rewards from healing the men who came to see her. One was the grand satisfaction in knowing that she was unaff...ctedly changing these gentlemen’s lives for the better. It was who she was inside. It was her whole identity. A healer, in the truest sense of the word. But then there was the other side of the coin—i.e., where the dilemma came into play. Angela knew there was nothing wrong in loving what she did for a living, and she saw nothing morally wrong on. She showed me everything, letting the hem of her dress ride all the way up. Sheer-to-waist nylons, no panties underneath, neatly trimmed bush. I was ruined for the night!My wife was hell-bent on keeping my attention, and making sure I was up for her at night's end. She continually played up to me, placing my hand on her nylon covered thigh, (high up), kissing me, etc. I could tell Deb was not impressed! I knew that if I wanted any fun with Debbie, I'd have to ply the wife with alcohol, because. I looked down at her cute face and blonde hard beneath my cock, now she was licking the precum from her lips and her tongue was sticking out lapping more from the air. Her tits still an amazing shape even with her on her back, and her nipples were rock hard, my excitement was now truly intense. I pushed my cock towards her tongue and she duly ran the tip along my cock head licking up the precum as I reached down to grope the tits on display with my other hand. My cock was rock hard as her. But you're not allowed to yet. I can feel your body buzz. I can feel your breath deepen. I can feel your soft cheeks cushion my hard dick. I take a deep breathe in, smelling you once more. Pushing your hair to the side I kiss your neck, tasting every bit of it and watching your arousal grow. I can almost taste your sweet pussy as I imagine it soaking your underwear. I grab your throat with my left hand and feel your tits with the other, breathing on your cheek. Pleased with myself, like a.