Planning was necessary if he was not to be trapped through his own carelessness. Betty was happy that he was going to take some time off and spend it ...ith her this evening.They retired to the bedroom, and that's where Betty saw the blood on Jason's shirt. She immediately reacted with near hysterics. "Why didn't you tell me you were wounded? How did it happen? My Lord, we must get a doctor in immediately to tend to it!" Please, Betty, calm down. I didn't mention it because I had forgotten about. No mention of what to do if she didn't want to play with him or negotiate things. Just commands.But as the week went on, the fantasies in her head ran away with her. Could she maybe live it out? On Friday, she was still torn, so she drove to his neighborhood early and looked at his house. It looked like a nice suburban house, hardly noteworthy. There was no car in the driveway, but there was an attached garage. The lights were on downstairs. As 8 PM approached, she'd decided that she would. Your wife is such a lucky woman. I’d marry you in a heartbeat!”Her words rippled around me. Such depraved and selfish thoughts shot through me. I ripped my fingers out of her pussy. She groaned, sounding so disappointed. I brought my cunt-soaked digits to her asshole, pulling my tongue out of the way.I pressed her cream into her asshole, lubing her before I thrust them in deep. She gasped, her back arching as I shoved them deeper than my tongue could reach. Her asshole was a velvety delight, so. It was either voluntary therapy and good behavior or jail time, so I guess he picked the lesser evil. It’s funny how these things work out, eh? Saadiq Muhammad wasn’t exactly thrilled to be my patient, and I must say I wasn’t happy to be his therapist. I was doing this as a favor to his mother, a good friend of mine. It never ceases to amaze me, how different young immigrants are from their parents. Saadiq was born in Mississauga, Ontario, he’s a Canadian citizen. His parents Omar and Amina.