I had to giggle at that. So I jumped into the car, and I knew where he lived. I popped him a few good ones, and I didnt tell you the part where I told...him Id kill him if he ever bothered you again. Nobody does that to you, nobody. I hugged him. So what made you decide to take me out? You looked so happy getting ready. This was supposed to be a big night. Full of romance and things. That prick took that away from you. I couldnt, or so I thought at the time, cover the romance part of it, but I. I wasn't a total newbie. Stormie quieted a bit as soon as I picked her up. "Hey there. I'm your dad," I told her. "And your mom said she has a bad case of puppy love for me." I did not!"“Stormie. What a perfect name," I observed, ignoring Genevieve while gazing down at a baby trying to put both her hands into a tiny mouth. “She’s hungry alright,” Genevieve observed as Stormie continued to fuss around her fists.“Okay, here… You take her and I’ll step out while…”“No, no. You don’t need to step. . for Doreen," she said simply opening the shower enclosure door stepping out. I lay there in shock, disbelief as she stood toweling herself dry."You're seriously leaving me like this?" I asked finally standing, my cock about as hard as it had ever been, tempted to simply wank it off right here and now as fucking hard as I was. Throbbing still. Wanting. Needful.She looked over at my again dancing prick. "And don't you dare do anything either," she warned me. "I'm like Santa Claus. I know if. ” He said with a laugh. The shopkeeper gave me a large shirt to wear out to Johns car. Then we were headed outside. The sun seemed blinding but warm. John walked me over the white paneled van. “Here we are” he said as he opened the side door and pushed me in, tossing the toys in behind me. He ran around and jumped in the driver’s seat. I found that a cage separated me from John and there was a matress, rope, blind folds, and even some chains and shackles back here. “John, what is this?” I.