They were clearly past their first blinding love, settled into something deeper. They made the impression of having gone through hell and back, their ...ove surviving and being stronger for it. A love like tempered steel, Colleen thought, the poet in her taking over, for she wrote poems as well as prose.Her gaze then swept over the American woman, Melissa Martin. She was a painter, living on her own, defying her parents to pursue her dream of becoming an artist. Colleen thought she understood. "You did say you'd enjoy using what was left over," I teased her. "I'm pretty sure you enjoyed that, but are you OK with it? You implied you'd like Rillnam as a lover, but you didn't say anything about keeping a slave."Priya smiled and said, "I had plenty of time to object, if I wasn't happy. I find the role of slave owner offensive, but this is different; Nilwint isn't a slave, she's family. If she has somewhat different needs than our other family members, that's of no major importance. What. " "Is my little girl worrying about being by herself?" said James Mason. "Don't you worry about a thing Ally we'll be back before you know it! Oh honey, dear we better be off its already 9:30..." "Oh yes dear you're absolutly right!" And with a slight shudder she turned to look at her daughter and said "We will be back as soon as possible Ally, we promise." "You promise?" And at that moment Alice's large hazel eyes met with her mother's pale gray eyes and she replied " I promise dear." Alice. "There we go," She smiled down at me, "where was we?"She turned around again, and backed her glorious bum up into my face."Take a good long sniff." She grinned, lighting up another cigarette.I carried on happily smelling her delightful sweet musky scent, loving every minute of it."You are such a dirty slut!" She mocked."Ahh yeah I am...!" I groaned as I inhaled."Can't believe you're actually paying for this!" She giggled.I was only getting more turned on by her remarks."Paying a working girl to.