She gagged a bit and pulled up…"I want you to feel how wet I am"…her pussy was soaking, dripping down from her large labia was her sweet juices…... licked my fingers clean. Her phone rang…DAMN! This was my time I thought, her phone should be off."I have to answer this, it's my friend Kelsey"….They chatted for a few minutes and got off the phone. "Kelsey is going to come by for a bit, is that okay?" "Sure", I replied. By this time "Ashley" had told me her real name, Wanda. And right now she was. Paul wasn’t too drunk, but tipsy. Peg was out of it, and needed help getting up thestairs to bed. Ron figured now was a good time to beginbreaking Peg in to black sex. Tonight, he wouldn’t fuckher in the normal sense of the word. He was going totongue fuck her. Even drunk, his long tongue woulddrive her crazy.Helping Paul get her onto the bed, she lay there halfconscious. Paul thought Ron was going to leave theroom, but the fun had just started. Ron said, “Let mehelp you. I had to get to know you, work out your weakness as well as your strength, learn how to manipulate you. Then there were the social obstacles, our attachments, our too easily scandalised friends. It all had to be done at the right time in the right way so no-one would know and no-one would ever find out. There were other things as well: your habits, what you like to eat and drink, how fast it takes you to drink a glass of wine, your tolerance to certain narcotics, how much you weigh. I had to. Myfather tells me you do practically everything round here. He sayseverything would fall apart if it wasn't for all the work that you do.You're a much better Burt than I ever was."On the side of the stream, Burt lay further back, smiling broadly as hepictured the new Lady Ann - the real and only Lady Ann now - sittingdaintily on the garden chairs, watching him carry massive boxes in hisstrong arms. In his imagination she was smiling and nodding, admiring himfor working hard and being so strong,.