‘Oh, yes, that’s it, that’s it,’ Rosaria de Gama O’Shaunessey cried out as she came, flooding her husband’s face as he frantically licked ...nd sucked at the cum feast she was producing. ‘Ahh!!!’ she cried out, arching her back as he gently chewed on her inner lips, knowing how sensitive they were, especially right during and after an orgasm. ‘Now I feel better,’ Monsignor Sheamus O’Shaunessey said, looking up from between his wife’s spread thighs to smile at her, his face smeared with pussy. “I wouldn’t be surprised!”“But even that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that I know what I have to do, now.”I sighed, closing my eyes as I felt something that had been lacking for a long time: a sense of peace and ease.“Thank you,” I said to her.“I did nothing,” she deflected. “You can thank Heather, if you see her again someday.”“Someday,” I repeated, and for the first time, I didn’t feel mostly despair at the idea.Someday... I had no idea what the months would bring ... Even the hours. *********************************************************************************************** I recognized Ratithe moment she walked into my big, spacious drawing-room, she had been apretty unforgettable sexy little thing in her time and she was still nothingto scoff at, as she walked with that sexy lilting gait that made her transparent,yellow saree swish between her legs so provocatively, making me wonder ifshe was wearing anything under that thin, blue-flower-printed saree. Herblouse was. Then he called me a whore, and said if I sleep with someone abroad I’m not allowed back in his house.’ I give Leo a watery smile when he grimaces. ‘I fucking hate his house anyway.’ ‘I’m sorry.’ ‘Seriously,’ I wave my hands and a huge weight lifts off my chest. ‘Don’t be. If anything, you being sorry would make me feel worse. You are one of the best things that’s ever happened to me. So don’t be sorry for that.’ A man clears his throat and I look up to see our very uncomfortable waiter.