“My name is Ambrosia. Who might you be?”“George is the name.”“Nice to meet you George. You want a blow job and sex.”“That would be gre...t.”Ambrosia undressed George and took off her clothes. She pushed George onto the bed and worked her hand up and down on his cock. His cock sprang right up, and she went to work. She opened her mouth and bobbed up and down sucking his cock. George moaned and groaned while Ambrosia gave him head.She stuffed his warm balls into her mouth and continued to. Intentionally or not, Dr. Schmidt’s sessions invariably left her quite aroused and in need of release. So Patricia was looking forward to what came next, probably partly due to Dr. Schmidt’s post-hypnotic suggestions. No matter. She didn’t care why, she needed release. “Now get onto the table and give us a show, my slut.” Mr. Johnson was so powerful, so commanding…she felt a tingling sensation in her pussy, felt herself growing moist. And he acknowledged that she was his slut! She smiled, happy. The fun started after about a year into my relationship with Gillian, I had a rest day on a Wednesday of all days, I had agreed to go round to Gillian’s house even though she was at work and cut down a privet hedge in the back garden, it was getting overgrown and the leaves were poisoning the ground, Gillian’s auntie Pam was staying because she had given birth a few months before and needed help because her boyfriend who was the father of the c***d had done a runner after witnessing the. She would sleep on the top of mymosquito net and when I emerged would run down squealing with joy. Shecould run up my nude body to my shoulder and it did not hurt. One day Ireturned from work and she had disappeared. No one knew anything. I washeartbroken.I was not well, had no energy. One day my nose started to bleed andwould not stop. I wrestled with decoding telex messages while holding ahandkerchief to my nose. I bled and bled. In the chaos, I missed atransfer request for ?2,000,000 and.