At the end of Tara’s story, they stood up and went over to Tara. She stood up, and they grabbed her, hugging her tightly and kissing her hair. “My...poor baby girl,” her father said quietly. I’m so sorry this had to happen to you. I just thank God you’re safe here at home.” Her mother, dabbing her eyes with a hankie, said, “We love you, honey. We’ll do everything we can to make sure that you’re protected. You did nothing wrong. You did what you had to do.” Her father turned to me. “Son,” he said,. Dillon felt like a fatted calf. He thanked her heartily for the fine breakfast. Masha soon had the two remaining girls ready and packed, as Dillon hailed a cab in front of the teen whore house. Ana left in another cab, her hand clasping Masha’s credit card. Dillon and the girls stopped and bought sandwiches and snacks, whatever Masha and the girls desired. Dillon attempted to get to know the girls during the short cab ride to the studio. One was bubbly and talkative, the other, Elena, was. "What?" she asked, with total reprehension in her voice."Well, Danni, we haven't had sex in almost two weeks. I want to know ifeverything is ok," I said hesitantly."Are you kidding me? Are you really asking me that? Is that all thisrelationship is about: sex?" No, Danni, that's not what I mean," I replied, my face turning red. Iwas sorry I had asked. She was getting upset."Well, if you really want to know, you haven't been here."She was right. Since I returned to work I had been swamped. I had. “I guess I’ve thought about this for a while… about… you know… being with you,” he said. I slowly ran my hands through his sparse chest hair.His hands cupped my large breasts and I let out a little, involuntary moan.We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different than being with guys my age and my head was spinning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting.