I figured that, if I wanted to fuck her again, she wouldn't have the strength to even try to resist.The second possibility was to send her home right ...way. But that's another thing I learned in life. The way you let a night end always influences the way the next days will follow, so if I wanted this to go the right way - and by this I mean controlling this girl and abusing her for the foreseeable future - I had to play my cards right. That's another thing I learned from my business career,. Could have been mine. Idiot! So she was in charge now. Fuck! Her grin was victorious. “I got the same tricks in store, you know? Just mine are better.” There! Yet another interesting turn. Badly chosen words. My chance to regain the lead? Or maybe an orchestrated wrong move to make me feel dominant? Not the time to get too questioning anymore. All-in it was. “Nah, bad copies of mine. Nothing more.” I could read the s-word running through her head in her expression. She was tense. Plus one for. I think that was the first time they could get a seat for me." I'm scared for you and worried about Cynthia. I'm not sure what she will do." I'm about finished here. So, I guess we get to make dinner for her. Her message said she'd be home about six."We went down to Laura's and began making dinner. We heard Cynthia drive in a little early. She came rushing into Laura's kitchen and came to kiss me. "God, I missed you Bradford. You are under my skin. I am infatuated and in love at the same time.". “Girls, before breakfast, Bob needs some help!” With many giggles they put down the trays with my breakfast, came closer and looked at the place that Pharomé was stroking with her hand. I heard three clicks and their clothes dropped. Not only did they have the same face and body, they also had the same tattoos on their slim bodies. They were identical triplets! While they continued to giggle, they all reached down their hands and caressed my body. “Tell them what they should do.” That was.