It was like feeding a demon and the more he was fed, the more he would plague her with a yearning, a yearning for more wanton pleasures from the dark ...ide until eventually, you no longer feed him, he consumes you! Only moments later Ken’s face was between her legs. Ken paused for a moment and looked up, as if to say ‘get ready’. Jennifer looked down and held herself open to him. Just the weight of his breath on her exposed interior almost took her over the edge. Ken slowly pressed his facial. All she really knew was how disgusted she felt afterwards. She felt good from the fucking, but mentally disgusted. She hated herself. She hated Beth for licking her cunt as she'd been told. She even hated Ted for going along with Don's blackmailing scheme.But what real choice did any of them have? That was what rankled. What was even worse, it was only a matter of time before Don camc back and demanded another sex show for his amusement. Somehow, it was more humiliating being put on display for. After twenty-five years of marriage he was back to only dreaming about it. It reminded him of a joke he had heard at Harry's Bar. One guy asked his friend, "What do a blow job and eggs Benedict have in common?" I have no idea," replied his friend with a chuckle."They are two things you don't get at home."Hearing a sound he turned to see an attractive woman in her late forties sit down at the other end of the bench. He nodded and she smiled. She had a lovely smile he thought. Nice even very. “Jen, I’m sorry. I can’t help it. It’s been so long for me…” “I know,” she grinned sweetly. “Really, I don’t mind a bit…I wanted it as bad as you did.” Suddenly, we were home. I pulled into her driveway, and Jen opened the garage door remotely. I pulled the car in quickly, just in case anyone was out walking and might take notice of us. She closed the garage door behind us, and we just sat in the car, neither wanting the night to be over. She glanced sideways at me in the.