They always came back with some clothes, but not a lot, at least that I saw. Well, I promised myself that I would never let that happen again. I neede... to become a bigger part of their lives; I needed to be a father to my angels, in every respect. Myself, I could get away with wearing the same clothes for a year, but they could not. Besides, I needed to get some new clothes too, since I had lost about thirty pounds during my depression, and it showed in my gaunt face and hanging clothes.Now, as. Make him pay! Lye down with your ass in the air. Have him give you some ass worship by rubbing, licking, kissing, ect. Tell him what you want him to do. If he does a good enough job, maybe you can let him kiss your pussy. Blindfold him and make him lick you to orgasm. Cum in your panties. Then shove your wet panties deep in his mouth and secure it with tape or ribbon throughout the next task. Both of you dress up in a costume. You pick his costume and he picks yours. Masturbate to. I'm kind of sorry to not be able to stick around and see the results. Hell, it is going to be spectacular. I wonder how many days the story will make it on the front page before someone else does something even more spectacular.I guess you could say that I'm being used. But I don't know if that's true either. See, the way I see it, I'm using them. The fact that they'll survive and I won't is beside the point. You see, I want to die. Yep, it's true. I want to die. I have no reason to go on. "Then I'll get out of your way." He nodded to Eddie, and left the office.Eddie had the good sense to wait a few moments before bellowing, "Carlisle, who do we know that can expedite passports?" I know a guy, but it'll still be about two weeks. You better get the monkey squad in gear filling out paperwork!" she replied."And me too," he murmured under his breath."And you too," she called.*10/03/06 7:15 PM"So, as soon as we get our passports, the crew and I'll be out of the country for weeks at a.