I requested a room for my postulant from Lord Grant, and he reacted as if I'd asked to take his manservant with me to bed. I glanced at Megan and her ...xpression had settled into her new 'everything is beneath me' look. When he opened his mouth to deny my simple request, I snapped."I don't care if you have to sleep in the streets with your slaves! My postulant is to have her own room. Not one with your servants. Her. Own. Room," I stated with my eyes boring into his. I wanted to make sure that. My main interest would be fat old men, but I would certainly delight in little old men too. Like my feelings about women, there is no man too young or old, or too skinny or fat for me to not be interested in your penis. I fantasize about laying next to an old man who is snooring loudly, while my fingertips lightly brush his public hair, as I gently fondle his penis. I would have told him earlier that I would be 'visiting' his penis several times during the night. I wonder if it would be. She closed to me and planted the most delicious warm and simulating kiss. Then suddenly she paused with a wry smile, one of those smiles like she was going to tease me, ‘Is this because I told you about the guy at the studio making advances?’ ‘It could be!’ I said but then I continued, ‘It is mainly because I love you so much and cannot afford to lose you.’ I thought it best to come out with it and tell her the truth. Debs was so alert she would know anyway if I lied. I soon tuckered my pizza. " It's not inconvenient. I booked a slip down in Sanford, which is just north of Orlando. It's prepaid, and I'll get there when I get there. As for cake, well - you know - who doesn't like cake? Right Jennifer?"She giggled again, and I saw her little face suddenly close down. Sherrie was on it like a flash of lightning. "Baby? What hurts? Tell Mommy. What is it, Darling?"I could just hear her breathing heavily. She looked at her mother and kept taking deep breaths until whatever it was passed..