“Does the girl know about you? Or rather, about us? Opus Dei?”Jonathan shook his head. “She knows absolutely nothing. She knows my name, where I...work, and that’s it. Nothing more.”“And your scars. What did you tell her about those?”“Nothing, Mother. She saw them, and felt them, but she’s never asked about them.”“The cunning minx. Just biding her time; doubtless she’ll start prying soon enough. So for the moment she knows little of you. But what do you know about her?”Jonathan was baffled.. “Bill, I’m going to lay it the line here,” she said while looking into his eyes. “I like you.” Bill started to say something but Amber held up her hand to stop him. “Please, I’ve never had to say this to a man before so please, let me get through this before you speak. I’ve been pretty all my life. I was a pretty little girl, a pretty young lady, and I’m a pretty woman. What that means is that men have always wanted to do things for me, but never without an ulterior motive. From the time I was. I stood in front of the mirror in a day dream and contemplated what LeMay would make of me at that moment. I stepped closer to the mirror admiring myself in a brazen display of narcissism and ran my fingers over my belly and down over the front of my pink panties. There was something oddly erotic about seeing myself, imagining what he would do if the Principal were there. I squeezed my breasts through my bra and ran the fingers of my other hand between my legs. My labia were puffy and swollen. When Anita had calmed down, she lifted herself off the black cock and knelt down between Billy’s legs. She seemed mesmerized by the size of that huge hard black cock pulsating in front of her eyes.With her lust filled eyes looking deeply into Billy’s, she opened her wet red lips and started engulfing that huge shiny thing. She sucked on that cock and licked it until it was clean.Billy looked at her, saying that my wife was the best white married bitch cocksucker he had ever met. Ana smiled, but.