It was the first time I’d had Sam in my bed and thinking about what we’d done with each other, soon got me wet and horny. I wanted Sam to know how...much I’d enjoyed it.Out of bed, I walked past his room on the way to have a shower. Sam’s door was open but he was not in this room and from downstairs, I heard the sound of the television. I guessed he was viewing so I carried on to the bathroom.While showering, I shaved my pussy, thinking it would excite my son even more. It hadn’t been a hairy. He turned, fixed his pants and grabbed his jacket, putting it on her turned to her, “Ready to go?”Silk turned back to the chair and grabbed her jacket and bag. Watching her he asked, “Do you need your bag tonight?”Silk turned to look at him, “No not really.”“Good then leave it here in my office,” He told her reaching out for it. She handed it to him and he put it in his desk. Next he walked around the desk and led her out of the office.Silk now wondered what he was up to. She didn’t have to. I have to catch up."I leaned closer to her."You're not reading memos. You're reading dirty stories and they're turning you on," I said as my eyes held hers.The blood drained from her face as she slumped back against the seat. When her color returned, her frightened eyes locked onto mine."You're wrong," she gasped. "I'd never do anything like that."I whispered, "I'm not wrong, but don't worry. I read them, too. In fact, I write them."We were inches apart and eye to eye. Hers, colored a marvelous. There were enough different adults to make me suspect he was running a rent-a-kid operation for every perv in the county, maybe from out of state.Beyond the security cams there was raw full-motion, full-color footage that was ... well, raw. I'm no stranger to sex, even exotic and sometimes what some would call perverted sex, but always by my choice. What I saw them doing to some of those kids at that age — some maybe eight or nine or even younger — made me sick to my stomach.Pastor Paul himself.