They said nothing, but each knew Ms. Watson was going to have a hard time of it. Ms. Watson herself sat nervously in an antechamber, sipping Eliza’... famous rose hip tea. She would have died of embarassment if anyone else had seen her performance, but the first thing she’d had to do was change her panties. She couldn’t believe how wet she’d been, how wet she still was, after what had happened to her. “I talk about how wrong sexualizing women is all the time,” she whispered to herself. “How. ‘Nothing anal.’ ‘A rule or a request?’ He kisses her cheek. ‘I don’t like rules either.’ She traces his hard square chin. ‘Let’s call it a request.’ He stretches eager and she flows wet beneath their clothes of social convention. They shed them easily, each trying to undress the other, but urgency demand they finish undressing themselves until they have nothing left between them except the open indulgences of each other. They fall expectant to the floor, she on her back, he kneeling astride her. .. stop shaking your head, Jason! Stop telling me I didn't see it!" Jason, something is going on with you," Heather declared. "Something's not right." What, you think something happened to me now? That I'm involved in this darkness or whatever it is?" Jason said hotly. He spread his arms. "You see any aura on me? Huh?" Well, no, of course not." Then what the hell are you talking about? There's nothing wrong with me!" Except that you can't see Cassie's aura!" Melinda piped. "No, Jason! Don't. “Did he hurt you?”She shook her head. “No, he was quite gentle actually, but he was determined to fuck me and he did.”“It wasn’t just the once then?”Again her head shook. “Hell no. Joey stayed the whole week; they spent the whole time fucking me at will between them.”She could almost visualise it; two black males taking turns with her, probably only stopping for short rest breaks in between. “Was he big like Tyrone?”Annette laughed. “Charles showed you the photo then?”Julia smiled.“Not quite as.