I hadn't heard her name in years. she sent a note, telling me how she saw my name here and someone else mentioned it in conversation, she droned on an... on. i went back and forht on if i should reply or add her as a friend. one night i decided to add her. instantly she accepted and sent another long note. made me nervous cause she was lind of a psycho back then. it had been almost 15 years.i read the note, included in it was a comment about a night we spent at a hotel. full of drinks, nothing. Each curtsied in turn as the twins were introduced to them. Finally, the twins were turned over to Marcy for a tour of the mansion and for an indoctrination. Marcy was quite the flamboyant show woman. Early in her indoctrination remarks, she said that everyone at the mansion called the owner ?Master Christopher? but that his business name was Christopher Clinton Charles, III. He had been raised on the property by several stern nannies and in his adult life he did not suffer fools gladly. Marcy. When I awoke the next morning, Shane was still holding my wife. I must admit now that the sight of them in an intimate cuddle made me feel slightly jealous. My stirring caused them to wake as well. I began to encourage my wife to give Shane a goodbye blow job to thank him for his role in fulfilling my fantasy. I was surprised at how eagerly she agreed.Shane asked me if I would consider allowing him to fuck her before he left as he believed that had been my real fantasy all along. I instructed. Until you learn to control your mouth, I will just have to help you.” I started to protest and she shot me a look that let me know I either did it or she was willing to let me stay as I was all night, alone, so I opened up and she stuffed the cock between my teeth and then reached around me, her massive tits just inches from my gagged mouth as she fastened the strap behind my head. She stepped back around my leg and pulled on some rubber gloves and took a plastic bottle of baby oil and lubed up.