"Hello " I open the door to a handsome young man in a bespoke made suit. "Hi. Are you Rachelle?" He says barging in, grabs my wrist and leads me down ...he hall to the poker room, Jeff's man cave. He closes the door. Opens a drawer that contains the bondage gear we bought in Amsterdam, restraints ball gag, butt plug, a paddle, and a whip. "Jeff told me your a real kinky slut who will do anything." He says firmly. Putting the bondage stuff on the table. "He valued your sexual prowess about $1000. I keep at it for a while, her pussy has started to wet up even as she was sleeping.I pull off my shirt and climb atop her, touching her face, tracing my finger down to her chest, to her breasts, around her hard nipple, grazing at them through the sheer material of her teddy. I lean over and bite on them. She gasps. I reach down to rub her clit with just my fingers this time, my teeth nibbling at her nipple. My fingers are soaked with her juices that I couldn't afford not to. I pull off of her,. I ripped the photo to shreds as I felt tears well up in my own eyes. Some part of me actually miss having him around, while another part wants him to suffer like my family has been doing. My pile began to grow enormously as I tore every photo of my fathers existence until another photo took my attention. It brought me a smile while distracting me from my reverie, yet a chilled tingle triggered down my spine. The dream with me holding the photo. Is this the actual one I’m holding, or is it one. He never passed up a chance to get laid, and he was often successful."I requested your services since you are about the size of her late father and can wear his clothes in case we are stopped along the way. You'll not be taken prisoner, we hope." It's dangerous for soldiers to be out of uniform," I said and saw the girl raise an eyebrow at her mother."Just so," said the woman, "it's a dangerous world. Anna, show him the clothes."The girl went to a big chest in the well of a window and there,.