Chapter 2Over the next few years we grew the business. One critical moment came when we had to explain to our then teenagers what we were doing.Was an...interesting conversation but we didn’t want them to find out from their friends that their mother was essentially having public sex on the Internet. Fortunately they took it well.Now both have left the nest for college and jobs, which has caused the “empty next,” feeling. I’m okay with it but Beth, well not so much.We also found it was necessary. " She is alone with me and very uncomfortable. Facing her, no more than two feet from her. I grin, looking her up and down and she gulps nervously. Out of habit, she has clasped her hands behind her back, something she had been taught growing up in Egypt. This had the effect of pulling her shoulders back, and thrusting her chest forward, placing a small strain on her dress. Her nipples are pushing hard against the fabric. I look at her as she stood in front of me, frozen in fear. She swallows. I had a sinking feeling that I knew what he wanted. I picked up my suitcase and followed him out. this time to a restroom that had colored over the door. When we got inside a huge black man was standing at the urinal with the first and biggest biggest dick I ever saw hanging out of his coveralls the bus driver told the black man boy you go on out of here. This youngun needs to be taught a lesson.After the man left the old nasty bus driver pulled his dick out and said you know what to do. I. . to do what he did to Nancy Pace." Liz... trained him?" That's right. She told me herself." Desirée swallowed hard, trying to sort fact from fantasy in her mind. She recalled myriad dreams of herself involved in the same kind of ordeal Nancy Pace had suffered, choking fear and panic, the grasp of hairy forelegs around her tender body and the repulsive thrust of the animal organ, and then, nightmarishly, blinding pleasure, orgasms, and complete sexual satiation."It... it was horrible,".