"Yes, I want to do it with you, Rose. I want to get you in bed and keep you in it for over a week straight. I'll eat your pussy, scissor with you, fuc...k you with a strap-on and everything else I've seen in porn. Even if neither one of us is lesbians, I'll make sure we're both down with the pussy by the time we walk out of the bedroom."I spouted off endless sexy things about her, as I came several times. I didn't seem to have a goal in mind; I just wanted her in my mind for as long as possible.. “What about that pink skirt you have?” Mom chimed in, trembling beside dad. “You always look cute in that.”“It falls down to my knees!” I hissed.“Good,” Dad said, nodding.“Why don’t you just make me wear a habit!” I snarled. “Just me make into a nun or something! Or you can shove me into a burqa!”“If that’s what you want to wear,” he said. “I can go buy one.”I stared into his eyes, refusing to look away. Fury boiled through me. He looked so calm. A rock. It shook me up, my anger faltering. I. Straining against her bonds she knew she was secured. Tight enough that she could flex her arms and legs a bit without being uncomfortable. She watched his face as he fastened each ankle and made sure the silken ties weren’t too tight. Her hands weren’t suspended above her head and he kissed her heartily as he worked from one side of the bed to the next. The suspense started when he covered her naked form with the sheet and placed the blind fold over her eyes. She was now sealed for his deal.. Come September." And at Kennedy for ten years?" Yes, ten years at the end of this school year. Is there a point to this conversation Mr. Watson?" A point? Well, yes Mrs. Grayville there is a point and I'll get to that in a minute or two but please let me continue. Your file shows that your husband is a vice president at Wells Fargo and that you have one daughter, a sophomore I believe."Genie wondered what in the hell this was all about. "My husband is a SENIOR vice president at Wells Fargo Mr..