Extreme Deep Throat Practice With No Limits

It was not that Mary was Evelyn’s pet or just trying to score points off Bernard, it was just that she was doing as she had been told! She took a deep pull and felt the taste and rush of the nicotine whilst the audience clapped and laughed in delight. One a stern sexual goddess, the other a flouncy girlish tart. This was it then! ‘Of course,’ thought Bernard as she scrubbed the carpet, ‘Evelyn would never allow Mary to carry a cane!’
He smiled as he came across the illicit thought. From top to bottom, from side to side. Mary stood by and watched his mind being gradually overwhelmed. “Maybe it’s a woman’s thing, or maybe it is because I hate that fucking twat of a hypnotist and his puerile jokes so much?”
Mary turned back to the cooking as Evelyn went back into the back garden and called out to Bernard: “Come in immediately, Bernard.”
Bernard turned and nodded and then, wiping his hands, he came