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As soon as Billy began to talk, Jeannine took his cock into her mouth.
Which caused him to stop talking and start moaning.
Jeannine pulled her head away from him. "No, Billy. Don't stop. You keep
talking and I'll keep sucking, okay?"
"Yeah...okay!" He arched his hips upward toward her face.
"Go on then," she said, and closed her mouth over him again.
"Well...she...Deborah...she checked around some...about Garson..."
"Mmm," Jeannine said, her lips sliding down around his prick.
"Ohh...And...and she couldn't find anything...anything she could hurt
him with...you know?"
"Mm-hmmm," Jeannine said. Her mouth was encircling the base of his cock,
and he felt her tongue slide across the underside of the shaft.
"Oh, Jesus...Jeannine..."
"Mmm?" Her voice had a hint of warning, and he quickly resumed his
panting narrative.
"So she started checking...on his wife...and something made her
suspicious...I don't know what...and she hired a private detective...like, to
watch her..."
"Mmmm..." Jeannine said. Her mouth was gliding upwards now.
"And he found there was...there was this guy...who came to see her
sometimes...I mean, she didn't tell me all the details... Deborah, I
mean...Oooohh..."
"Mn-mmn," Jeannine said.
"I am...So she got this guy--the detective...to call her the next time
the other guy showed up there...And he did, and she went over there...and
waited...and when this guy came out, she... she sort of let him pick her
up...accidentally like..."
"Mmmm..." Jeannine's head was moving in a slow, sensuous rhythm, up and
down. Billy was twisting on the bed, and it was hard for him to concentrate on
what he was saying. But he had to keep her caressing lips and swirling tongue
from stopping what they were doing to him.
"So she...I guess she seduced him or something..."
"Hmmm."
"...and then she got him to tell her...about...about Mrs. Garson..."
"Umm?"
"Well...it seems she's...she's kind of...I mean..."
Her moist mouth enveloped him, silky tongue circling. "Mmumhhm?"
"Well, she...she's freaky...She likes to be hurt...you know? And...like,
ordered around and stuff...and tied up, and..."
Jeannine's mouth popped off his dick very suddenly; her head came up and
she stared at him in astonishment. "What?!" she exclaimed.
"Oh, Jesus, Jeannine, don't stop now!" Billy cried.
"Wait. Wait a minute," Jeannine said. "I'll do it some more, Billy, I
promise. I'll do it all you want. But let me get this straight. Are you telling
me the truth?"
"Yeah! At least--that's what Deborah said. And she wasn't kidding,
because she wanted me to--"
"You mean--oh my god--you mean Tom Garson's wife--his sweet, innocent,
namby-pamby little Susan--is a masochist? A real, honest-to-god practicing
masochist?"
"Well, I guess that's what you call it. Anyway, Deborah said this guy
does all kinds of weird stuff to her--ties her up all the time, and knocks her
around, and even makes her do it with his friends. And she gets off on it. Like,
the worse it gets, the more she likes it. Sounds kind of creepy to me."
"Jesus H. Christ!" Jeannine said slowly. And then she began to laugh.
