I could not help, but be a little annoyed that after working late, it looked like I would be cooking dinner as well. As I turned my key in the lock, I...tried to remember what meals we had planned for the week and more importantly, which would be the easiest to prepare, but as I stepped through the door, all of those thoughts came to a screeching halt. Amanda was sitting on the couch, watching tv as if it was any other day, but she was wearing a set of red lingerie. The top was a lacy red bra. She sighed as her own body ached for a man’s passion. When she brought her children together in a new kind of love between them she had dared the traditions and had as good as initiated them into an act that is considered by the society as sin. But then that seemed to be the only way for her to save the marriage of her daughter and she had gone ahead and done it. Of course she did not regret it for it did produce the results needed but it also had opened her own mind to new horizons. She had. Oh sure, Mark could tell she wasn’t technically innocent, but Cyrene’s heart was untainted by the corrupt, her body untouched by filth. He wanted to chain her arms and legs to the wall with the iron shackles, spread her wide as an eagle, and torture her senseless with his tongue. He wanted her bent over his bar, ass thrust in the air, as he pounded one of those extra large dildos into her pretty little star-shaped hole. He wanted her lying amid Lissy’s angels, lapping and suckling at nipples. .. this had to be a dream, sitting here with the Lauralee Quigg ... feeling each other up in full view of anyone who wanted to look and be God-damned if he could tell which of the two of them was the hottest. Lauralee's eyes had a glazed look and she was breathing fast and jerky ... "Shall we get out of here?" he whispered."Yes!" she wiggled away from his obscenely probing fingers just as they slid under the tight elastic legband of her pants. She stood up and he had hastily thrown some money.