.. uh... let me get a towel for you." Christina rushed out the bathroom and into the living room to get a fresh towel for her son.She sighed taking a ...eep breath. "What are you doing? Don't be staring at him like that!" She warned herself. She had to take a few seconds to recover. She felt hot, like she hadn't felt in a long time."Here you go. Now I'm going to make dinner soon so I hope you don't have plans to go out." Christina said in a nervous voice."Don't worry I don't have plans," Adam. The painting went right into the back of the Bugatti.Everything else that stuck to my pockets was fairly small and fit nicely in with the Monet in the back, and was all of a proper provenance. I didn't take a single item of previously stolen art. Yes, I wanted to 'reform' to be worthy of my Angel, but I also didn't want a single bit of the stench of these evil collectors to follow me.Whistling a merry tune, I bound up the former Countess di Giovanna, whose new slave name I now informed her was. Je kunt dan toch ook wel de broeken van mijn ex-vrouw dragen?'Verbaasd kijk ik hem aan. Zou hij dat menen? Dat is toch te gek. Ben ikeindelijk thuis onder het juk vandaan. Ben ik eindelijk eigen baas. Nouja, eigen baas. Ik werk en ik ben zelfstandig en nu kan ik nog niet overmijn eigen geld beschikken. En wat zegt hij, je kan de broeken van mijnex-vrouw wel dragen.Ik geef geen antwoord. Stilletjes ga ik naar de keuken om nog eenskoffie in te schenken.Maar na de koffie praat Eric er niet meer. " Your boyfriend is an idiot" I said, "A pregnant woman is such a sexy sight." I knelt down in front of her and gently opened her legs. My hands caressed her large stomach, running around and down to her creamy thighs. I lowered my mouth down to her clean shaved pussy. Suddenly her legs clamped around my head. "No!" she exclaimed "its dirty down there." "I suppose another one of your boyfriends great quotes?" I asked. "Yes" she whispered, "he never goes down on me." I didn't say another word, I.