After the sound of heavy breathing and subsequent kisses subsided, the talk between my parents resumed. “Oh Bobby, that was even better than last ni...ght. You really know how to send a girl to heaven with that mouth of yours.”“With the juicy reward I get, how can I refuse, my love. Are you sure you’re still not 21, Mrs. Evans?”“Sweet sixteen to be exact,” my mother retorted with a giggle. “And from that wet mess dribbling down your cock, it looks like HE’s ready for some American pie, too.”“Sure. It's hard to believe. I never thought I'd say this when you first won the bet, but I ... I look forward to making love with you." In case you hadn't noticed, I kind of like it too," he laughed."But some nights, leading up to bed, you've taken the time to..." Seduce you?" Well, yes, that too, but sometimes you've held me, you even brushed my hair once -- you've been ... romantic. Could we... ?"In answer he smiled, put some soft music on the stereo and turned off all the lights and lit a couples. "I don't know which is worse, my current predicament, or the fact thatI've been trapped in it by this creature... she rambles on about howwonderful 'Mistress Black' is and how lucky she is, before she stops asthe outer door opens and someone walks in.It the sound of a confident walk in high heels, it sounds familiar, andthen an even more familiar voice comes out, "So, creature is everythingready?" Y.. yes Officer." The maid's tone is both simpering and nervous, andthe rustle of her satin. So instead of telling him off, they had talked about business. He was serious about the exhibition and she loved the portfolio on his website. Last night though, the tone of their conversation changed. It had begun when he asked about her husband. What line of work was he in? Oh, he traveled a lot? Was he away now? Did she feel lonely sometimes? Before long, he had mentioned their little Murakami joke and then they were talking about something that had nothing to do with art exhibitions. Today,.