I have given up utter hope of him coming back for me. A week later I was wrong, Daddy sent his assistant to come and get me. After a week of up-dating...my wardrobe and hair style, I was sent to a France. The limo picked me up and drove me to counrty of France too a big French Villa that over looked the sea. Another assistant told me daddy was going to be a few day late, so to me I was happy. Surprise…surprise…Daddy was there. ** Ahhh…my little angel, how you have grown in a year! Daddy. , right again onto Prince Edward St., and finally right into the driveway. The last few turns of my daily commute still felt automatic even though it was a few hours later and quite a bit darker than normal. With deadlines looming at work, I would be staying late every day this week. Stepping out of the car and grabbing my backpack from the backseat, I hoped that my wife, Amanda, was already cooking dinner. A fantasy of opening the door to find my beautiful wife cooking dinner wearing nothing. "How long has he been here?" she asked early on."Couple of weeks," I told her. "I found him in the woods one day and brought him home with me." A couple of weeks," she repeated thoughtfully. "That's just about how much time you told me since your voice ... Oh, Nick," she said in a tone of deep disappointment. "It's him, isn't it, not you at all."I shook my head vigorously. "It's all me, Camilla," I said. She really needed to believe me. "What happened was that he showed me where I was going. The feel of your tongue playing with mine deep in my mouth made me hot again, and you reached up and cupped my breasts in your hands, brushing my nipples with your fingers, turning me on even more. Steven sat on the couch, watching us, and I was positioned so that he had a great view of my ass and his cum oozing out of my swollen pussy. I decided to get up and go sit down with him – down on his cock, that is. As you watched now, I turned away from him, and looking right into your eyes, squatted.