Once my term of imprisonment was over, the girl-soul fled inside, takingwith her the memory of what happened, and a wall was created to keep theboy-s...ul from discovering the truth, or so it was hoped.Sadly, the wall was not a perfect protection, and the boy-soul felt loss andgrief without knowing what he had lost, or what he was grieving for, andnightmares found their way over the wall to torment his sleep for years tocome.And whispers of the girl-soul also made their way over the wall, but. I was still pondering, but the fingers must have assumed that my lack or reaction was acceptance and compliance, they presumably felt that I was accepting their invitation. Whilst one set of fingers remained resting on my erection the other took hold of the paper pants and slowly ripped them. They opened them up and they revealed my stunningly hard erection. There was no hesitation now for they were wrapped round it almost immediately. I pushed back against the fingers, I gave them my clear. "I hoped not," I said. "This is what I've hoped for since I bought the restaurant."She gave me a little sardonic look, as if to say, nobody buys a restaurant just for the chance to date the hostess. Well, I did. "You don't believe me. I know. But it's true. Six weeks ago, I brought my clients from Japan there because I knew Sergio's reputation for hiring such tall, beautiful staff, and attracting celebrities to the VIP lounge. I knew they'd be impressed by the scene. But I never dreamed I'd be. She went up to get ready for school as I finished my breakfast. Her words were burning through my mind. Did she just ask me to let her sleep with me? I was absently turning the pages of the newspaper thinking about our conversation, probably reading too much into it when I heard her calling me."Daddy, can you come help me for a second?" Sure baby, be there in a minute."I was walking up the stairs in my morning robe, smelling the sweet scented perfume in the air. She always smelled so good;.