May I undress you?” When I had him naked in front of me, his cock in my mouth, I was smiling. Anthony was a harder man than the other two. His life ...had been harder, more violent, more intimidating by physical demands and need. There was going to be a difference with him, I could feel it, and my body was responding to it.“Does, Sir have a preference to the order or manner in which this is accomplished?”“I’ll let you decide that, Michele.”I smiled at him. It was a wicked smile, a lustful smile.. He bent over her and tried to kiss her, but she buried her face in the pillow."Aw, come on, sugar! What the hell!" His voice sounded pained."Not when you're acting like an animal," she replied, the pillow muffling her words."Come on, baby," he said softly, his hand passing lightly over her body.She stiffened, habit quelling the instinctive thrill that touched her spine."Come on! It's not that bad!" Art coaxed.With a resigned sigh, she let him roll her onto her back. He fingered her belly. However, I wanted to know more about her. So I’d eavesdrop whenever I’d hear them talking about her. Because of my snooping I learned that my mother occasionally drank and smoked marijuana. I also learned my mother wouldn’t identify my father to the authorities or the priest that ran the strict Catholic girl’s school she was forced to attend!I usually don’t pay much attention to my grandmother when she’s yakking on the phone. But this one time I overheard her talking to someone sort of quietly. I took two deep breaths, with my eyes closed, and then opened them to look upon my target. Something in his demeanor changed, I could sense that he was afraid. I used that fear to press my small advantage, before he could regain his composure. I dashed forward, closing the distance between us in a few moments, and planted a restrained punch to his gut. While he was off balance, I disarmed him with a twist of a wrist and grabbed the falling sword with my free hand. I then tossed the sword into.