Their plates, however, were groaning with food, especially the two sons. With Isaiah opposite me, we were all asked to join hands for the, ‘thanking...the lord’ ceremony.To my left, Jonah began rubbing the inside of my palm with his thumb as ‘pappy’ launched into his prayers. Glancing at Jonah who also had his eyes open, I became rather nervous as his eyes salaciously bored into mine. Jonah was the quiet one and unlike his brother and father, never uttered a word during lunch.The food was. I looked up at the curved mirror which was mounted at the end of the room, and saw the bouncer watching us, bored. Then Yvette pushed my hands down onto the couch to give me the signal that no touching was allowed.The music started in the other room and she started moving in front of me. She unbuttoned the flimsy black top she was wearing and revealed her breasts-- of course, I had just seen them on stage a few minutes before. Yes, maybe they were a little bigger and droopier than they had been. They kissed more as he led her into the living room. His hands roamed all over her body as they continued kissing and smiling at each other. Few words were spoken, because few were needed. He asked if she was ready for the pleasure he had planned. Nancy quietly told him she was ready and trusted him completely. Tony smiled and told her to stay put. He went in to the bedroom and returned with a blindfold. He held it up and asked her if she would allow him the honor of complete trust. Nancy. His hands hiked up her skirt, rubbing at her naked ass and dipping beneath her skimpy thong. “You crave the power of wealth. But there is a greater power than that.”“What?” she shuddered as his fingers teased her sphincter. She clenched and relaxed as she squirmed in his arms.“Death.” Damien ripped her thong from her body. He held it up to his nose, inhaling her tart excitement soaking the fabric. “You're not afraid. Not really. Only a touch, an instinctive flutter you struggle to master. You.