"Take these into the bathroom and smell them as you jack-off. Okay?" Okay..." And as you smell these, and as you're pulling on your cock, I want youto...recite something for me, would you do that?" Sure." Good! Just say this over and over: 'More than anything, I love thetaste and smell of my wife's pussy.' Can you do that for me?" Yes." Good boy!"And with a pat on my behind, Janice directed me to the bathroom, whereI sat on the toilet, stroking my hard cock through the nightgown withone hand, and. " Silence." He shouts, cutting her off. He gathers two cups and pours coffee into both, giving her one he sits opposite her and speaks forcefully. "Now you will listen to me."She opens her mouth to speak again but he holds up his hand and again she obeys."In the car you made some unwarranted and frankly ridiculous accusations. First, I am not married to my job. We agreed that, for the first two months here, I would put everything, every hour I could into getting my work settled, so we could. ..then the man turned thehandle again, faster this time and Jenny Ondougu's body arched back again. 'Nnnnnnaaaaaah!' Each time the magneto whined there was that slight pause before the womanstrapped to the chair bucked into another spasm of agony. Each time she kepther teeth clenched tight as she tried to control the animal noises forced fromher by the fizzing current searing through her nipples. Jonas Kipengi nodded, acknowledging her courage...and his hand turned thehandle a little faster.. Once, it was a playful swat to the bottom. Frequently, one of them wrapped her arm around their governess’ waist as they walked. When they went outside to sun, the girls insisted on applying Faith’s tanning oil and then lay beside her, holding her hands. In the afternoon, as they watched television, one of them laid on the couch with her head in Faith’s lap while the other sat on the floor, resting back against Faith’s legs. Nothing was in appropriate. But it was constant.“The girls are.