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The Becketts felt horrible about how traumatized the haunted mansion had left me. So they invited me over for dinner. They wanted to talk to me and make sure that I was alright.
As I drove up to the house I started having flashbacks. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to go inside and follow through with the dinner. But I managed to suppress it. Once inside with the Becketts, I felt much more relaxed. But I will never be able to go in that room again. I might not even be able to go upstairs at all.
After dinner Mrs. Beckett told me that she had been so worried about me. She told me that when they found me, I was in shock, in a semi catatonic state, and covered in cum. There are still bits and pieces of that night that I don’t remember. She started caressing my cheek and telling me that she knows that I probably never want to be with another man after that happened. Then she assured me that she was there for me, and that she wanted to protect me and take care of me.
Dinner At The Becketts’
Her hand went from my face down to my thigh. Mr. Beckett sat back, lit a cigar, and sipped his brandy. He watched intently with a satisfactory smirk plastered across his face. Her hand worked it’s way to my inner thigh, and then up to my panties. That’s when her other hand joined in. She pulled my panties off. Then she got down under the table. Mr. Beckett was gazing deep into my eyes to watch my reaction as his wife started to devour my pussy. I guess whatever he saw turned him on because it was obvious that he started stroking himself under the table.
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