’ He nods softly and picks up the menu. Looking at it, he blinks a few times, confused. ‘Uh heh… maybe I should have studied my French a bit be...ter…’ She blinks and takes the menu from him and starts to laugh and giggle at the same time looking down the menu which was completely in French only knowing the Escargo, which kind of scared her. The waiter once again came up to them with a pad in one hand and a pen in the other looking down at them, ‘Etes-vous prêts à commander? Que désirez-vous?’. "Lead the way, ma'am." He grabbed a dolly and followed her to the correct locker.She opened the door to her unit and motioned to the box she wanted that sat next to a waist high stack of boxes. All but the one box contained files, records and personal belongings. It was a wooden crate with a rope handle on each end. The stencils stated, "Bullet Lead." She grabbed the looped handle on one end of the box and nodded for him to take the other end. She grunted as she lifted her end. He could barely. " there's still a bit left. Looks like daddy needs to clean it up " she gave me a worried look and shook her head. I moved down and spit on her pussy to get it really wet. She moaned and I started licking her pussy clean. Her head dropped back and she moaned and struggled. " please daddy. Please fuck " she begged me as I stuck my tongue in her pussy and tongue fucked her. Her legs still struggling to close and twitching I smiled and looked up at her. As I sucked her soaking wet pussy she moaned. He puts a heavily-muscled arm around my waist and pulls me even closer, his hand, burning like a brand, resting possessively on the bare cheek of my ass, a.k.a. his ass, as he occasionally likes to remind me.?Whose ass is this?? he’ll ask, giving me a playful—if still stinging—slap on the bottom. Or sticking his finger inside me without preamble.?Yours.??Don’t forget it.??I won’t.?From where I lie nestled against his hairy chest, I stare up at the shadows of the roses that he brought me earlier.