Julius was so proud of her. Amaura was a treasure of a daughter, and she always behaved so well, so proper. She always kept her long brown hair tied i... twin tresses, wore a pair of glasses that made her look even sharper than she even was, and covered her lithe body with sensible clothes. All this was the reason why Julius had a hard time believing his eyes when his daughter, smiling and crying, ran towards him. “Daddy!” she cried out as she jumped to hug him. Julius’ perceptions were confused.. .. that's going to bruise! "OW!" That one was, too.She broke into that subtitle language ... sans subtitles. Before I knew it we were seated in a 'Showing room' and men that made all four females drool began marching in and out.After the fourth marcher, Amber said, "Oui."The rest of the conversation was missing needed subtitles but the gist of it was:"Which one?" All of them ... just the first four ... double breasted, please. Singles look funny."She looked at mom, mom smiled. At least that was. I'm sorry if I embarrassed you. I guess it sounded a little bit creepy." Looking back, I had counted on it helping that I was wearing a business suit on a plane - how scary can a guy like me be, really? She said, non-commitally, "you sure? I don't want to take away your space for stretching out." I assured her it would be fine, that it was more important for her to be seated nearer her family. I got up, and she got up, and we made the switch. Hubby looked up, and thanked me for my courtesy. I. This other woman is already sitting there. Through your eyelashes you look at her. Who is she? Is she his slave? This is bizarre. Two naked women, head down, silently having breakfast and a man looking at them, sipping coffee, obviously observing. I bring you to the centre of the room. Make you stand in front of the huge fireplace, your back turned towards it. I sit in a chair opposite of you, A is right next to me on her knees. I comfort her, touching her hair and gently scratching her neck..