Hours passed before I heard any movement; a side door opened and a woman appeared wearing a black burqa that covered her completely from head to toe. ...ll I could make out was her pale white hands that carried in the silver tray with tea and food on it. ''Shukran...'' I whispered to her. ''Your welcome Claire ...I’m Natalya...'' she said before she scurried back out the door. I drank the tea and ate most of the food, I was famished as I was taken a little before breakfast and it was now almost. . That makes me furious in the abstract, but I wouldn't trade everything I own for my 'daddy's girl.' That's what my daughter always was. Still, my lying, round-heeled slut-wife never gave me that option. I deserved the choice! I also don't deserve the libel of her story. I'm not the man she described. Only God can forgive her for lying about me to the whole world... I may, with God's help, but I will never get past it.Oh, my name is Brad, but my friends all call me 'Bud.' The sperm donor of my. ’ Putting her drink down on the desk she walked to the sofa and sat. As soon as her thighs met fabric, visions of their encounter here played in her mind. Calise smoothed her hand over the cushion, smiling to herself. She could almost feel Deondre’s lips traveling down her neck to rest at her breasts. Just imagining his fingertips caressing her skin had Goosebumps appearing on her skin. Deondre watched Calise walk over to his sofa. A sofa he spent many a afternoon staring at reminiscing about. "Anyhow, you're going to need to wear a long coat or something on the way out to the car. If the dean saw you dressed like that, well, she'd prolly die."The car was huge and reminded me very much of an actual carriage, the kind I'd grown up with. The outside was metallic and painted gray, but the inside seemed handcrafted; the seats were stitched leather, and the panelling and fittings were actual wood. It was beautiful.It was a tight fit, though, with six girls and the driver. Besides Renee,.