But maybe they just figured, since he was Cuban, it was his heritage and respected it. He wasn’t involving any of the students in it or discussing i... in his lectures. The school also liked taking photos of him in his brightly colored garb, his robes, and dashikis. The school was using his pictures on its website and in their brochures...Marco said he understood the ghosts. He knew. He swore the accidents were attributable to hungry and angry ghosts. That the ghosts were like the cockroaches in. One of these days she'd get to use them--they weren't crotchless for nothing. But when he poured the honey all over her fleecy bush, she started to complain.This was damned messy!"Quiet. Just let me take care of this in my own way," he said.Then she was glad he was taking care of the thick honey sluggishly flowing all over her pussy lips. He was licking it off."Ummm, good!" he exclaimed. "Open up a little more, ummm, yeah! That's the way!"She was almost reduced to a quivering blob of human. " That will be interesting." That term has been used around us a lot lately."Dollars chuckled. "True, with varying results."We enjoyed the remainder of the evening and I eventually left for my farm quite late. Upon arriving home, Ben wanted some extra food to make up for leaving him by himself for the evening. I went to bed and slept soundly.I woke up early and put on shorts and sneakers and ran a couple of miles. I came home and made coffee. My cell phone rang. It was Dollars."Good morning. If. His name is Adam, and to be honest he is really attractive. He always wears suits. I like suits. They turn me on.I’ve always thought there’s something odd about him. Something on the way he treats women; it isn’t the normal amount of respect. He gets really nervous when a woman walks in the room, but I didn’t pay much attention to that till that day. Silly me, how could I not realize how much he needed to give me the world in return for me letting him worship me?“Are you cold, Adam?” I asked.