She reached toward his belt to undo it, but he gently pushed her hands back down.“Take it out using only your mouth, baby. Lips, teeth and tongue. B...t don’t bite or scratch me or there will be consequences,” he whispered to her.Jessie leaned to the side and pressed her face into the soft fabric of his trousers, feeling the hardness of his cock through the wool. She nuzzled it back and forth with her nose, aching to have him in her mouth. She had to figure out first how to get his thick cock out. At that moment, Lissa emerged from her room, now wrapped in a large bath towel. Not part of a task I'd given them ... but who's to rule out improvisation? Or, in the event it's all fantasy, who's to rule out coincidence, for that matter?She actually strolled over and stood at the corner of the table between her mother and me. "I'm going to take a shower now," she announced, a little superfluously.The white, fluffy towel was wrapped, modestly enough, at her breast line, and hung to what I judged. He had the other hand on the man's chin. "Now lad, I can brake your fucking neck, or I can turn you loose and you can but me a drink," The Brit explained.During that one minute fight no one had time to make a move, but they suddenly came to life. I drew the .38 and considered who I would shoot first."Now guys, I suggest we buy these two a drink before the shooting starts." the owner said. It took a full minute but everything did calm down."No harm done," The Brit said.One of the bikers walk up. Thank you, God.'I really hope God hears my prayers as he may be the last friend I have onthis strange world. I shall go to bed now and wish for that deep blissfulsleep with no dreams and no awareness just a pleasant sense ofnothingness."Wakey, wakey, David."'Humph.... What.. Who are you?'"I am Rita and I've come to help you find your path."'You're not one of the care workers; I do not know who you are.'"I'm the answer to your prayers; God is very busy so he passed your e-mail on to me."'But who.