I had you followed, monitored and watched almost nonstop. I never read their report, I just skimmed them to see only what I wanted to find. I knew he ...as sending a car to pick you up to take you to his house to meet you in person after all of these years. It was perfect. I had you. I was going to expose you right in front of everyone. You were finally going to be knocked off the high pedestal he placed you on all those years ago. Then I came home to be slapped in the face with the fact that you. Still, he noticed a trio of poorly clad females in the midst of the group and noticed they looked surprisingly European in both features and general physical attitude.He had them brought before him and saw immediately that they were not part of the local populace but most likely white captives of the non-believers. The female in charge was determined to be Sister Angela of the French order of nuns from southern France and the other two females were younger novitiates of the order not yet. She was a mask that I was hiding behind. She was something that I’d created, just like a picture. She was a piece of my art, with no more substance than the mirror world she lived in.The most amazing thing was that I could feel myself slumping on the inside – drawing back inside of myself, but the girl in the mirror remained standing tall and proud. I half-expected her to wink at me at any second, or perhaps blow me a kiss, or do some other outrageously flirty thing that was the complete. ‘I think your s****r wants you to fuck my ass now, baby,’ mom said to me with a lewd wink. Now Amy pulled my cock out of mom’s cunt and rubbed some of the cool jelly over its taut surface. It felt good. ‘Here goes,’ Amy said, grabbing hold of my prick and pressing the tip against mom’s lubed, slick asshole. And then mom just bore down on it, smoothly taking inch after inch of my cock up into the depths of her ass. ‘Oh shit, this is too much!’ Amy hissed, holding open mom’s buttocks so she could.