The picture I took of her showed an inner beauty, her faith, her belief. It was what artists have been trying to create for a couple of millennia with...portraits of the Virgin Mary.She was also responsible for a similar look on Bozo's face. She also had a black lab, Princess. When Princess came into heat, Bozo got lucky.A 24X30 of that picture of Maria was one on those on the walls in our office. Yes, I said office.We realized quite soon after starting our businesses that there wasn't enough. The sun's up and time's a wastin'," she chirped."Well ... come in then. I need to get dressed and cleaned up. Make some coffee, please." Sure. Don't forget to pack an overnight bag." Already done," he growled.Connie moved quickly about the kitchen as Tom retreated to the bedroom, then the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he was showered and shaved, dressed for the day, and carrying his bag to the front door. Neither of the boys had stirred and he supposed they had come in very late."Did you see. His heart still burned at the memory of the obscenely-dressed servant-girl who had easily defeated him, a man of the WarriorCaste, in single combat and then had spared his life only at her ownMaster's word. Then he had been carried like a sack of suls under ONEarm of another woman, an unnatural giant, and deposited ungracefully atthe building's entryway, the guards there instructed by her to notpermit him re-entry. The deepest wound though was inflicted by hisCaptain's words of cold dismissal. She reached over and grabbed Eric’s as well and led us both to the first bedroom she saw.She laid on her back on my bed while Eric fumbled with the condom and finally got it on. He was on top of her. He was going for a record or something. He was banging into her as hard as he could, grunting and growling like he always does, even when he masturbates, which is every night. She rubbed her hands all over his back and ass while he pummeled into her.“Yes? Yes? Mm, yes. Fuck! Yes,” she was crying.