"Good." I say, removing my hand, to your obvious disappointment. I hold my hand, covered in your cunt juices, up to your face. "Clean it up, slut." I ...hove my fingers into your mouth and you enthusiastically suck and lick away the taste of your own pussy. "Follow me." I lead you to the living room, where my husband sits on the couch, casually dressed with a glass of wine in his hand. You had already forgotten he would be here and find yourself blushing, knowing that he had heard everything. .. he looked suprised, then he said i didnt know you were like that. i said yeah i am but i'm bi so it doesnt matter do you want me to give you a blow job? no do what ever feels right to you. so i told katie to take down her pants and part her legs. ( katie had this faint odor to her that stunk kinda bad like she hadn't taken a showe and three days and had, had a lot of sex) but i didn't care i just stuck my face up to her croch and stuck my tounge out and started to lick her very slowly and. I remembered how he'd looked at me in my office, with that mixture of hope and sadness on his face. I knew that he had thought, then at least, that regardless of his feelings for me, that I would never want him.That no woman would ever want him. That he was somehow...not enough. Not handsome enough. Not sexy enough. Not successful enough. Whatever the woman of the moment was looking for, he would just not...be enough.I took his face in my hands and turned him back to me, urgently, hungrily. I have read that desensitizing the nerves too often can lead to impairment." "Yes Doctor Gance your information has a valid point. However the continued rise in your pain indicators does not comply with optimal human operations." Sheila replied a strange look on her face. I did a double take at her after she said that. Was that actual worry I was seeing her display? Shaking my head I looked at the screen sighing. I wasn't even half done with it, even as fast as I typed and my photographic.