You will see the wood panel on the doorway in the front hall. Instructions will be on the panel. I will be behind the panel, don't talk to me, I won't...answer, just follow the instructions.The front yard was well cared for, the house exterior was neat and attractive. What on earth was a glory hole doing in this perfect suburban home? Each step to the front door was measured, finally my hand was reaching for the door handle, time to decide if this was all a little too strange.The cranberry red. There I took out a few items from the refrigerator and returned back to Suzie.I whispered to Suzie, "Lisa's our desert for tonight. Put her up on the table." She giggled in response and Lisa was moved into place.I handed her the sauces I had picked up out of the refrigerator and the whip cream and left her to her own devices. I saw the three of them in the kitchen turn and look past me as Lisa was moaning on the table. Suzie didn't re-gag her so when we began eating our desert Lisa's moaning. " Then she frowned. "Cunt is such a nasty word for such a young pussy. But I have a cunt," she said, setting the phone aside.She climbed up on the sofa, straddling my body as she stood over me and pulled my head between her legs. She pressed my nose between her pussy lips and then her pussy was kissing my lips. "Open up and slide your tongue in there and you can taste a real cunt." She said.My nose was buried in her pubic hair which smelled like urine but I slipped my tongue into her. She was. Around mid day, Sandra draped her warm up jacket over the back of her chair. She looked a little warm, flushed sort of, and she turned away from me as if suddenly shy. I thought of my dream plan the previous night, and wondered.Coincidentally, we took lunch at the same time. Sandra entered the break room after me, and closed the door. She sat next to me, and leaned over, conspiratorially whispering to me, "I hope you are happy! You evil rat! I wore that damned jacket as long as I could, but it.