Mark said he'd come over around seven o'clock. He had no idea what I had planned for the evening. I got myself dressed and waited for him to come ove.... I guess I waited about thirty minutes. I heard his car pull into my driveway and then heard him slam his car door. I heard my doorbell ringing and I went to answer it. “Hey there. I’ve been waiting for you.” “Amanda, you look gorgeous. How are you?” Mark and I hugged each other and then he walked in. I then immediately started to cry. I’m a. The scarf wasn't tied very well because I could see out of the corners. He led me to the back of the chair. I pretended I couldn't see anything. Then he moved my hands from covering myself to the top of the chair and told me to bend slightly for the first shot. My husband said my seams on my stocking were crooked, that he would come over to straighten them for me. He then motioned to Bob to go and pretend that he was my husband. They didn't know I could see what their plan was, giving his. You see, just ‘easing them into it’ won’t work. I had a few ideas I wanted to try out which would probably make them run to the police to admit their guilt. So, unless I found extra leverage over them I would have to keep our time together relatively tame. I went over my options:1) Familiarity: If I kept them long enough and slowly increased the ‘intensity’ of our sessions, they would be so used to the things we did it would seem normal to them.2) Trust/love: If I was able to make them trust. "The word 'privilege' just added to the absurdity, yet in reality I would say anything he wanted now to get his cock back in my mouth. I was addicted already and my mouth seemed empty without his juicy meat between my lips. I replied, my tone pleading and submissive, "I love your big black cock in my mouth it is so juicy." Juicy?" He roared. "That is a new one. You really did just need a little push to cross the line, didn't you?" I guess," I replied, as I took his cock back in my mouth."You.