Enjoy it while you can.” I sat back and watched my girl as I realized I just gave her permission to keep screwing my boys. Why on earth would l do...that? I let Delia go then sat alone in the front room listening to the sounds of the house. Doors opening and closing, someone was looking in the refrigerator, a toilet flushed. I sat maybe 45 minutes with nothing on my mind, just feeling old. Eventually my three kids said goodbye then left to be with friends. When the house was empty, I. Her skirt just ended some inches above her knees and her blazer tightened around her firm breasts. From the first look she must have been about 25 or so and looked adorable. I guessed she was about 5ft and 5 small, had a well-trained body and her at least full B cups and cute round butt were breathtaking. She wore her blonde long hair in a pony-tail which let her face appear as one of an angel. By the way, I am 28 years old, 6ft 4 tall, have blonde short hair and blue eyes. My body is in good. The marble floor was cold on my naked feet and the interior of the entrance hall was shadowed and cool, i tried to convince myself i shuddered from cold but i knew it was actually from the adrenaline fizzing through me. The clicking of M’Lady’s heels across Her marble floor excites me in ways it is impossible to explain except to those who love the sound as i do. i judged She stopped a pace or two behind me and when She spoke it was to allow me the honour of turning to look upon Her. Still. I could do my freelance work from the hotel.“Why not keep the belt on at work,” I said, “and let’s concentrate on your work and getting you on an even keel.”“And being incredibly frustrated,” she said."I didn't say that you had to leave it on at night. I plan on coming with you for a couple of weeks."She thought the first week would be hell for her. She knew that at every meeting the client would want to know what happened to Dean. We spent the whole time on the way to the hotel rehearsing.