He certainly acted like he owned Mom and Cathy. The fact that he based this on the Bible rather than the Koran didn’t make any difference, really. T...he way he had treated Cathy was a little like an honor killing, without the actual killing part. Sure, I had some good memories, but the Taliban make some good memories, too.I was furious with him for hurting Mom, though, and that’s why I didn’t miss him. His other wife claimed the body and buried him. We didn’t even go to the funeral. The “system”. I pulled his t-shirt over his head and moved so I was straddling his lap. He was sitting on the couch and I was sitting with my knees on the couch on either side pressing my crotch against his while he sucked and licked my nipples and nibbled at my breasts.I opened my eyes and realized I could see right out the window which was over the couch. I then realized he was right, no one was going to see us.I reached down and pulled his hard cock out of his jeans and started massaging the head. I. A soft sigh escaped my chest, my own hand reaching to run the length of that arm. Letting my nails brush lightly over his skin. Still mesmerized by the fierceness of his gaze, shivers vibrated through out my very being when he pulled me to him. Long strong arms embraced me, my head falling back inviting the kiss we both longed for. Our two bodies burned with raw heat, as our lips pressed together. Letting our tongues dance together an inferno of lust ignited our bodies. My hands roamed hard. "Good, I'm glad. We will pay you, of course, and you get to keep whatever tips you make on top of your pay," he says. "Jack honey, I would do it for free if you are there!" she says, giving him a kiss. "But since you offered..." she says with a wink. "Well there is one little detail I left out; you will work topless. The regular waitress we hire for these occasions knows that she works topless in our club, but she is unavailable this time. Still interested?" he asks. "Sure, I don't have a.