"Brenda picked up the tale. "We both found ourselves drawn to a simple twin headstone. It was John and Lois' final resting place. We both agreed that...we felt like we were in the presence of something strange and powerful."Dan said, "So we checked at the cemetery office, got all the information on them we could, and started our research. We were fascinated, but like you, looking for the missing piece. Not knowing where else to turn, we visited a fortune teller. Actually.....several. Most of. ..at least I know she's not out fucking some strange guy. Please be good to her."I smirked and said, "I'll do what I want to her. She'll do whatever I say. You don't get to touch her without permission and I'll use her at least once a week, when I say, where I say. Understood?"More silence. It was almost like a sales negotiation. I KNEW at this point whoever spoke first was going to break. She was naked on her knees, phone held out, silent. I motioned for her to start rubbing her cunt. . He grinned as Brenda nervously passed on the positioning instructions from his email.Mike had always assumed that you did anal sex from behind, but Brenda had insisted that she would lie on her back, with her legs up, knees by her shoulders, so she could watch it going in. She explained that this way he could use the second camera to photograph her face as he pushed into her, and she wanted that recorded! Gordon, listening to this lengthy conversation, didn't dare touch his cock because he knew. Todo se manejaba con extremo sigilo, ellos comprobaron que fuéramos reales y que la pareja con la que yo asistiría fuera mi esposo, resulta que las parejas admitidas deben ser exclusivamente esposos o mujeres solas, nada de hombres solos ni prostitutas... Nos asignaron nombres "clave", una dirección para dejar nuestro auto y otra en donde se llevaría a cabo el "encuentro"... Nos dijeron que dicha fiesta sería temática, esa noche el "tema" era el viejo oeste, nuestro atuendo OBLIGATORIO era un.