It was though her face had been erased. Katrina knew the Bane could see out, somehow, but the invisible eyepieces blended in perfectly with...the rest of the helmet. Altogether, she looked less like a human being and more like a faceless, rubber-coated doll. That impression was further enhanced by the Bane’s breathtakingly perfect figure–a figure for which Katrina felt some envy, now that she was in her mid-thirties. She knew that Banes often developed good physiques from their limited. His erection nearly tore his slacks as the taxi turned into his street, just off W. Paces Ferry, mere blocks from the Governor's Mansion. Christopher and Lauren lived in a mini-mansion, courtesy of rich parents. Their home had five bedrooms, necessary for the large family that they envisioned, and a large back yard for their swings and toys.Lauren had called in sick to her accounting job that morning and was waiting in bed with soaking loins, naked under a sheer negligee. She had already given. I kissed her passionately. She then reached down and grabbed my cock."Oh John, I love the way you make me feel." I was caressing her fine ass and pulled her to me pinning her arm between us.I turned her around and sat her in my desk chair. I sank to my knees and traced a line from her right knee to her dripping pussy. She aggressively put her legs over my shoulders and pulled my face into her sweet snatch. I licked her clit with abandon and brought her to a quick climax.As she released her hold. I was eleven when I first saw you. I had known Becky for years but her brother was a mysterious stranger. Then I met you and fell head over heels, even though I couldn't talk to you. You were so clever and everyone said you would go to University and become a Doctor. I was a complete dunce; the only thing I could do was dance, so I concentrated on the dance so that I had something I could do well and not seem such an idiot around you." So it was my fault?" I laughed."Yes, Si. Your fault.