It occurred to me that Mr. Bell planned it that way, to give himself whatever edge he could gain. I'd seen my face in the mirror and it was ghastly. T...e scars were much worse than the other times. Those angry looking scars were puckered, purple, and red, and would scare the living hell out of children and women, the world over. The bruising around the wound made me look like I belonged in an ICU, waiting for a priest to administer last rites.That couldn't have hurt our case, either.Judge and. Candles, light music, wine… you get the picture. When Frank walked in from work, he asked me what the occasion was. I didn’t tell him, just asked if he wanted dessert before or after dinner. He smiled real big, and said “before, of course.” I took him by the hand, and led him to the living room, where I had a blanket laid out on the floor with the bottle of lotion nearby. I instructed him to take off his clothing and lie down. He did as he was told and as I poured the lotion into my hand, I saw. I can't even remember what we talked about as all I was thinking was about how hard my cock was and how I was going to get this goddess into my bed. She snapped me out of the daze when she asked me to dance and I had to ask what she said, she just got up grabbed my by the hand and led me out onto the dance floor. I was in a daze watching her as we rocked along to AC/DC's You Shook Me All Night Long, when that song ended a slow number came on and she just melted into my arms as we swayed to. Then she had another idea, she might not be able to rub her clit but she was confident that she could at least let the men on the other side of the aisle get a good look at it.Bella moved her head to different positions and closed her eyes as if she was trying to get to sleep. After 4 attempts she turned sideways and lay back against the window, shuffling her legs over to the other seat of the pair.She pretended to pull the hem of her skirt lower to cover her pussy but she didn’t try very hard.