I'm thinking I'd like to get my hands and mouth on those tits. As inexprerienced as I am, I'm getting a good vibe from her so I lean over to kiss her....Well, this turns into a hot and heavy makeout session and she's one hell of a kisser! I start massaging her tits, feeling for her nipple through her blouse and bra. Sybil started moaning and kissing me more deeply (if that was possible), so I reach up under her blouse and pull one of those huge tits out of her bra. OMG it was huge, using 2 hands. Dan (1, maybe 2 VIP fucks before) wants her shortly afterwards. John wants it any time he can get it and is already awaiting Her Majesty at Deja Vu. As we near Ricks office she’s relathering on the make-up, already dressed in a red microskirt, matching heels, and a green spandex braless crop top. She slips off her thong for added spice as I park just 50 feet from the office. I ask, “Aren’t you nervous?” She says, “No, not at all.” I’d be shitting me shorts. I video her strutting across to the. Later, the worried young wife had tried to persuade himto confide his problem to her over supper. That had only seemed to make him worse, and then when theywere in bed later that night, she had thought maybe he needed verybadly to make love to her and that was why he seemed upset. Butwhen she had begun to give him the tenderly inviting caresses sheknew he liked, he had first pushed her away angrily as if she weresome cheap slut he had met in a bar and then, when she hadpersisted, thinking. "Why was I told you were near death, when I can see for myself you were NOT injured at all? Who's idea was this, to jest with me so cruelly? Richard will hear of this, and he will not be amused." Mother turned, and left my room in a huff. She was not pleased.Her statement, while shocking, summed up my appearance in a nutshell. I was uninjured. No gaping wound where the surgeon had removed the arrow, no scar from where he sewed my body together again, no bruising from the arrow or from the blows.