She wondered if her son could even see the sun. Sunset, sunrise, it lost all meaning. Time, seconds, minutes… and longer, that’s all that mattered... The watch kept ticking, the microwave kept flashing 12:00 and her hands kept trembling. They had told her, ‘Time is very important now, that’s why we are working so hard now. The longer the child’s gone, the less chance we’ll have of recovering him.’ ‘Recovering him?’ she asked painfully, ‘You mean saving him.’ ‘Yes Ma’am, saving him,’ came the. She looked just beautiful – a wheat complexion, firm body, no fats, even on hips. I pulled her and took her in my arms. She pulled down my nickers and we were together naked. I could feel warmth of her lovely body. We started kissing each other passionately, ruthlessly. I squeezed her buttocks and she fondled with my cock, which was getting harded every moment. She slowly led me to her bedroom. It was nicely decorated. Many mirrors were on various parts and I could see both of us in different. Both my mom and dad went with me for my pictures. Mr. Grant had a friend of his do my makeup and he had some clothes brought in. To this day, I can point to him as one of the keys to making me a model. He was patient and explained everything he did and why. I was a little sponge and learned everything I could.When my dad saw the pictures, he wasn’t happy. I looked like I was several years older. I don’t think he wanted to think I would ever grow up. What jumped off the page were my eyes. I’d. Alright, so that part has really happened. You lay down, reeking your head left and right. There are several other white beds with white furniture pieces next to them, you observe. A hospital room? Could be. But....hospital room don't look so....antique. The floor seems to bed made out of marble. So do the walls and the ceiling. While your inner clock tells you it's still midday, hardly any daylight is absorbed by the fitted in windows of which all of them are arched. Rather, the room receives.