She understood Dycke’s reasoning. She understood Payne would be away, at Duke, for almost of the year. However, thinking of her in Moscow, Tibet, or...some other remote place, scared her to death. This was ‘her’ precious little girl, and she would not let her go, so far away, without her there, to supervise and protect her. She thought about everything Payne had been through, during her entire life: every terrible insult, nightmare, hospitalization, and operation. The verbal abuse she had. The furniture, fittings and all the pictures on the wall were bought as a single item from John Lewis at Brent Cross. It already had the feel of a bachelor pad with yesterday's underwear overflowing the laundry basket and pyjamas strewn over the pillow.Karen picked up the pyjama trousers and held them between her thumb and forefingers as if they were contaminated. "You're clearly not getting enough sex," she said disdainfully. "Come on, Alex. Take off your clothes. We're not going to fuck with. "You and Mommy are the best ever!" "Dad! Hello?!? Daddy!! Wake up!" Suddenly, I was shaken awake like a freight train had just blown past me. Except when my eyes flashed open, my daughter's pearly white snicker appeared. As she moved from my line of sight, the harsh Sun's rays splashed onto my face. A chorus of giggles could be heard from beneath the pool deck as I regained my vision. And what a sight to behold... Charlotte donned a thin, cherry red two piece bikini, which complimented her. “Are you sure about this?” he asks softly, looking at me seriously? I nod my head; I don’t trust my voice at this point. How can I say no at this point? Mr. Hottie himself is standing in front of me, just begging me to allow him to pleasure me. I know he’s going to be a good lover, he’s already shown how skilled he is with his kisses. “Good,” he sighs. He grabs the glass out of my hand and places it on the dresser behind him. Turning back around, he reaches for me and I step into him while.