.. " she panted. "Put it in my pussy."I slid the dildo into Cyndi's cunt, burying it to the hilt inside her. Then I tugged back, working it in and out... Cyndi began to moan loud, thrashing about doggy-style on the bed. She took the dildo from my hand and started fucking herself, jogging up and down on the dildo as she moved it quickly in and out of her tight slit."Oh God," she panted. "I'm such an exhibitionist... do you think we could get this on network TV? I want the whole world to know what. “Problem?” I asked, “No problem. Not yet, anyway. Let’s have a quick chat.”He glanced inside then stepped back. I indicated a patio table and pulled out a chair for him. “Sit. This won’t take long; then you can go back to what you were doing.”Reluctantly, he sat. “It’s your home, and I am your guest,” he said as he emptied what was left of his wine, the French accent reappearing.“Où en France As-tu grandi?” I suddenly asked him where in France he grew up. He stared at me. I let fly more French. " A bit more than that," I said. "Last I looked people actually sing opera." But for how long?"That one caught me flat-footed. "Well, I don't know, but it's been around kind of a while, you know. I expect it'll keep on going." I doubt it," she said.I looked at her in surprise."We're a dying breed, Nicky. Singers like you and me and Mario and all. Sort of like the castrati back a couple hundred years ago, except without the surgery." From the 17th to the early 19th centuries women were barred. It was the Cara I remembered! I thought back to the last time I had seen that face. It had been almost twenty-five years.Of course, I checked her profile. All I really discovered was where she lived and where she worked but it seemed like she was doing pretty well for a woman who had been a stay-at-home mom in a shitty marriage when I met her.(This is where the video goes blurry and the soundtrack plays eerie music as the flashback begins.)Work was boring, except when it wasn’t, so I spent a.