Alonso got off the bed and leaned down, gently kissing both of us. He thanked us again before leaving the room. A tear trickled down my face as I lay ...here, praying I wouldn’t get pregnant. I would do everything I could to help him impregnate me, but I didn’t want him to anymore.“Why mom, I can see it in the way he looks at me that he loves me, but it’s always the same. He’s so distant and treats it like it’s a mechanical process. I wouldn’t mind being used for sex if that was all it was, but. He stared across at the knot of cables below the television. Now there, he said to himself, is a muddle that needs to be sorted out.No sooner had the thought crossed his mind than the wires began to move unplugging themselves from the wall sockets, twisting and fretting until they were free of each other, obeying his will but not needing specific instruction as though each had a Gregg-given-goal to achieve, slipping past each other like snakes.Snakes. Was that what this was about? The vision of. First Lady Jenkins was an older lady, in her late 50s. Her hair was graying, and she had a few crow's feet around her eyes. But still, she was a beautiful looking woman. She was still dressed in her dark gray skirt suit from church. Her suit jacket had thick shoulder pads, and a single button in the front. She wore it over a thin blouse with a collar buttoned up tight around her neck. Her jacket and blouse made a nice, dignified, conservative impression. But then, there was her skirt.Her skirt. I made my way downstairs, clean and fresh. “I’m ready to greet the guests,” I said.“No, Maria, you’re not,” Giovanni said. “The guests will be greeted with you down on your knees, seeing to it they have a very good time. These are honored guests who deserve the complete attentions of Pietro’s wife since he’s not here to greet them himself.”Suddenly, it became clear to me. If I were on my knees, I would use my mouth to welcome the guests, not by vocally greeting them, but by sucking their cocks..