By now John had completed registration and handed the pen to his young companion – she filled in her name as ‘Daddy’s Little Princess’, but st...mbled at the column marked ‘Age if under 21’: “what should I put here Daddy?”“Don’t worry – nobody ever checks that – it’s just an Age of Consent thing” suggested Jenny, still holding onto Princess’ wrist, but now able to see a little way down her front as she leant forward. Jenny confirmed her first thought that Princess wasn’t wearing much under that. The sudden thought erupts in my mind...this beautiful woman is mine! And I can never get enough of her.My kiss brings you to half consciousness, and you roll again onto your tummy. I kiss your shoulder again, letting my nipples brush over your back as I do, and whisper, "Good morning my love." I see you smile, not quite awake, and I lightly continue my kisses... moving to the middle of your back...then lower.I hear you murmur as you become more aware of my movements, of my fingers more openly. “More,” she said again, not even noticing the strange look that he shot her.“Say when,” he said.“Please,” she replied instead. “More...”“More,” she grunted. “Please. Please ... I need more.”Her husband tilted his head to the side.“You mean ... harder?”“Yesss,” she moaned. “Harder. Faster. More.”“Okay,” he replied, and resumed thrusting, as hard as he could.The next morning, Gia was all smiles.“Last night was amazing,” she whispered in her husband’s ear. He grinned back at her.“Shush,” he said,. The doors behind them slid silently and electronically closed, and a woman appeared. She was about 50 he decide, dressed in a somber black, a tad overweight perhaps but not unattractive. she neither spoke or acknowledged them, or that he was not Mark, just nodding to Olive as she met them at the car. She motioned them to follow, leading them silently between the hearse and the big ominous black cars, through a hidden door in the corner and down a set of stairs. At the foot of the stairs she.