.Mistress liftedmy head."Honey I want to see her face as you deflower her," she crooned.I thought I could not be more ashamed but my blush deepened at...thethought that I was just about to be fucked in the ass. To be taken likea girl and filled with a REAL man's cock...I shivered. The cock pulledback and then I felt it against my pussy lips. He was obviouslyextremely aroused because there was no preamble he just thrust itpainfully inside. I screeched my pleasure and pain......and then. He left the box and exited the cubical.Waite stopped at the tellers' cages. He asked for the head cashier. He was told to wait in another part of the bank, off the main lobby. Soon a young man dressed in a suit entered the room. Waite estimated his age to be twenty-two. He must be a very junior bank officer. This didn't bother Waite though. Even JP Morgan had to start someplace.He told the banker what he needed. He showed the certified check to the man. His eyes bugged out and he took the check. He was what I suppose you could call a 'skater.' He had a girlfriend (so he claimed, and he was good looking enough that I had no reason to doubt his assertion), but, he'd mentioned before, with a degree of exasperation, that she was 'Catholic' (his word for it). She was worried about getting pregnant, and her Catholicism forbade her from using birth control of any kind, so...poor Jeremy was quite frequently very frustrated with this (and that was how he and I had begun our own little, and for. Things are a bit iffy there, but he took her virginity we believe. On the subject of Charlie molesting you in your sleep, did you ask who was taking the photos of your father, so called, molesting you? Your mother of course but at that moment she was trying to separate you from him, so you would no longer love him. She's was planning well in ahead to divorce him. Your father was not conscious at the time these happy snaps were taken."The women just sat there in stunned silence. The old man was.