Even though she thought he would understand, a tiny bit of her still feared his anger. While she hadn't exactly lied, she hadn't really told the truth...either, but she just couldn't start their marriage with this type of secret between them. She had to tell him. Now.Gathering her courage, she lifted her face to his and said, "I wasn't completely honest about... well, about being a virgin." What?" Mike looked at her, confused, but not angry. His face held only curiosity and love.Encouraged by his. Standing just under five feet she was a slender woman with firm peach sized breasts, olive skin and short black hair that quickly payed homage to her Asian heritage. His mind struggled to understand why such a perfect creature would be interested in a portly 45 year old widower like him. This wasn’t logical or even believable on so many levels. But he arrogantly dismissed all doubts and ignored the alarm bells going off in his head choosing instead to concentrate on the incredible sight of her. I saw her husband and I know he heard the innocent conversation that was taking place, but that didn’t stop him from screaming at us.“WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BEDROOM WITH MY WIFE YOU FUCKING SICK BASTARD. YOU ARE FUCKING HIM YOU WORTHLESS WHORE?” He roared“No nothing like that, He wanted to know the color of the rest of the furniture to match it honestly” cried Amya.“You worthless lying bitch. You brought him here to fuck him didn’t you, you dishonoring slut. Don’t lie to me I know. ..which made it more arousing for her...which made it—well, you get the idea. Sometimes she would fall under the snake-spell and just stand there, hypnotized, feather-duster held in her upraised hand, watching my hand traveling slowly up and down, up and down... But she did finally finish dusting, and plugged in the vacuum.The vacuuming was noisy, of course—but again it was the way she did it: straddling the hose and pushing the head forward and backward across the floor in front of her so that.