"I will add only one thing more. You will someday come to see the incredible nature of this offer as insignificant compared to what you learn and wher... you learn it."Ginny excused herself to visit the ladies room. Despite recent protestations to the contrary, the pressure on her bladder was beginning to have its effect.Our lunches were being served when she returned, and we wasted no time digging in. Doctor Burgess had ordered the Soup of the Day, which was a delicious Minestrone Genovese,. As she kissed her now normal mother goodbye, shementioned that her mother was taking them out for dinner tonight.Melissa never knew her mother to speak in third person, but, didn'tthink much of it. Just a little mental slip.Melissa got to school, met up with her friends, and things seemed to begoing normally. That is, until she started to notice how many girlswere holding hands. Same with guys. Hmmm...she pushed it out of hermind. Probably just a coincidence. Anyway, she decided that now was. “I can tell you wish Cyra to be gone, out of your hair,” Rob offers.“That’s dangerous talk,” Brady expresses. “Cyra wouldn’t hesitate to kill you if she were to hear that.”“I guess it would be imperative that she doesn’t,” the man continues without a hitch. “Everyone knows you seek and who stands in your way.”Brady shops suddenly and turns to fully face the man. “If this is some sort of test...”Rob quickly throws up his hands. “I assure you that Cyra hasn’t sent me to test your loyalty.”Brady. I don't know what was more shocking? My daughter being treated like a slut or I was beginning to feel a warm, tingling sensation between my legs. What was wrong with me? My daughter being fucked by two black men was turning me on. My hands were now inside my scrubs rubbing my pussy through my panties. It has been such a long time since I felt a hard dick between my legs. On my lips and in my mouth. I found myself feeling envious of Gwen. It has been four years since my divorce from Gwen's.