Again she spoke words she hadn’t intended to say, “I would like it to be a public wedding. I’d want people to see…to see…how I feel, want them to know how pleased I am to be your bride. It’s true some of the guests would be shocked but that wouldn’t matter. In the eyes of the Church and God, I’d really belong to you. I’d be your woman proud of my name, Mrs. Simon Ruben.”
Ruben chuckled, “Nicely said, Mrs. Ryan. I haven’t proposed yet. Perhaps you can move me toward a proposal with your sweet mouth?” He leaned down and placed his damp index finger on her lower lip. She opened her mouth and moved her head forward to take it in. She felt his long dirty fingernail deliberately scrape the roof of her mouth and then her tongue as he withdrew it.
“Now,” he said, “my prick. Do it slowly, artfu
