“Let them wait.”“Dad,” Owen started. He took a deep breath. “Who’s out there? How many?”“All three of them, Tamara, the waitress, and ...he young one,” Raymond said.Owen frowned. Just Tamara, Elizabeth, and Frieda? Maybe the rest of his girls went to the police station?“Good,” Owen said. “They’ll sort this out.”A nurse came in. Owen tried to sit up and moaned. He was eager to hear about Janice. The nurse frowned. “You asked to be apprised of everything. Brett Anderson had to be taken back into. We then kissed and felt each other up. As I was about to leave she handed over a gift packet which contained a beautiful silky pair of panties. I handed it back to her saying that I needed her soiled panties rather than fresh panties.Nobody ever knew about our relation. When we were with others she was aunty and I was like a son to her. We had sex in my house also. Whenever she had a chance she would take my tool and masturbate me in staircase and such other places, many a times we were just. Your meek and humble, almost mouse-like attitude had me curious."And now that you explained it, it makes sense. And no, I’m not scared off–just the opposite, actually. I want to continue seeing you, and if being mishandled is what you need to feel that I care for you, then I’m willing to give it a try."But I also have to tell you that while I am treating you like the whore you want to feel like, I will also be working to get you to understand just what a special person you really are. I will. ” I said when I got my voice back. “I bet my cats love to see you again.”She was about to say something but then she stepped inside and past me. Her bare arm touched my chest and I think I saw goosebumps form on her skin. I closed the door and turned. Waiting for a second as I saw her walk to the living room. Her long hair hiding her ass and only showing glimpses of it as it swayed from left to right and back again.When I reached the living room she stood in the center of it. She was looking at.