”“Sometimes, you just do without,” Lucille croaked.“That makes it all more urgent, too, doesn’t it?” Kanye said gently. “You want it and...you fight for it, because you want it to be good.”“Yeah.” Lucille couldn’t argue. Kanye’s hand, rubbing her neck, felt so good...“My research says that as women get older, they want it more -- and they can tolerate it better. Guys, on the other hand, peak early, and slowly fade. I need a lot of woman. You’re a lot of woman.”“I sure am!” Lucille forced an. Don’t you Chris?” “Oh yeah, I think that would be fine.” I was still turned away from both of them watching the fire burn before me. As I focused on the flames I heard my wife say, “Here you go Kevin, have a taste.” I heard him make a little slurping sound as he began to taste her cunt. “Chris, I wanted to be fair to Kevin. I didn’t think just a finger full of taste would be enough. So, I am giving him a little more.” I could tell she had that sly sound to her voice as she spoke, and in an. Her perceptiveness and sensitivity were so much like her sister's, it tore right to his heart. She realized he was shaken, and just took his hand, leaned on his shoulder, and said nothing for several minutes while he regained control. Once he started talking, he adopted the emotionless, flat tone that was his only means of keeping control. On and on he talked, recounting incident after incident of abuse, injury, and humiliation. Karen cried almost constantly, and he hugged her to himself,. While recording all I could think about was rewatching the video on my phone and jerking off to her perfectly shaped and pedicured feet. I must have done a really bad job of hiding it because at one point I noticed she looked down and noticed what I was doing. I kind of panicked and tried to put my phone to the side and pretended nothing happened. For the rest of the day I was extremely nervous, I didn’t know if she realized what I was doing, and if she had, what would she say? A couple days.