He was obviously nervous as he approached the lobby desk and asked for Dr. Stone. The receptionist directed him to the doctors’ offices in the build...ng adjacent to the hospital. Ben located Dr. Stone’s office quickly. He opened the door and walked in. ‘Mr. Benjamin Whitfield to see Dr. Stone.’ He said to the woman behind the glass window. ‘Please have a seat sir and the doctor will be out shortly,’ she replied as Ben took a seat in the corner of the room. The room was pleasant, nice and bright. His wife was engaged in some serious fucking and he didn’t know what to do. Syreeta toyed with him as he strained to hear more. He was sure he could hear the sounds of the headboard hitting the wall and Dixon groaning and telling his wife how good her tight white pussy was. He was correct. Lisa was on her hands and knees, getting banged hard, her tits flapping as a hard black cock hit her in places that hadn’t been touched in years. Dixon had his thumb in her ass and he was threatening to. Licking her lips, she convinced herself that she could yet taste the residue of her son's semen there, and smiled in memory of its gushing fulfillment. How marvelously it was flavored! And the matchless intimacy of the ejaculation was beyond description. Doing that to him, knowing the feel of his rigid shaft within her mouth, curling her tongue around the delicious meat as it slid in and out, and experiencing the burying of the cockhead in her throat--it was something she had to know again and. I noticed her hips moving wildly behind her; partly from Master (I was more awake, now) gripping her hips, partly from her moving to the thrusting. From his angle, and the deepness of her moans, he was in her ass. "Keep your eyes on her face, slave", Master said, but I didn't need to be told that: I was transfixed on the utter look of lust in her face. It was hard to imagine that just a couple of months ago, she hated to be taken in her ass. Now this, "Aaaahhh! UUnngghh! Give me your sperm in.