Let's get me a towel..."Pierre walked past Tyler into the bathroom, where he retrieved a thicktowel from the shelf next to the mirror. He unfurled it ...nd came upbehind Tyler, where he took the long auburn locks into the towel andsqueezed. Then he patted, squeezed, and rubbed to his satisfaction whileTyler just stood there and tried to keep his head steady. EventuallyPierre ushered Tyler over to the vanity in the main room, where Tylersat and looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was less. Knowing Dad was in bed above me made it so much much hornier Mum, I mean here was I kneeling down at the side of you with really naughty thoughts running through my mind!I had seen your knickers earlier and wanted them then, but I had no idea I would be here about to try to look closer;)I moved myself down the couch so I could see up your skirt. I could only see a tiny bit of white material so I reached out and gently touched your knee. You didn't move so I gently creep ed along your thigh. I. I had entered there, when a strange sound behind made me turn around. My heart raced when I saw two young black men following me. They both soon reached close to me, one on each side."Can I help you?" I asked them, trying to show a fearless voice."Sure you can." One of them said smiling. "Give us everything you have".Before I could know it, the same guy grabbed my hair in one hand and put the other one around my throat. "Do not make me hurt you." He hissed. "Okay, okay," I nearly cried in. Our cook, Gerald, was a graduate of the CIA cooking school hence was competent in many techniques and had an introduction to many cuisines. We sat down together to discuss likes and dislikes, his anticipated work-load and what he'd like to see to finish out the kitchen. We agreed that he needed a helper and a butcher once we progressed towards filling our staffing model. Gerald was an accomplished bread and pastry maker as well as having a talent for terrines, stews and various dishes of.