Looking around, she spotted the dressing room and quickly moved to try the dresses on before the saleslady told them to leave.Samantha, who was sittin... on a chair waiting for her sister to come out heard the loud clacking of the gate being lowered. She turned her head at the sound and caught the eye of Stacie. "Don't worry honey. That's just so that no other customers come in. You and she take all the time you want." Samantha smiled at the woman and couldn't help but notice how her clothes. I picked her up off the sofa, carried her over to my big rocker, and rocked her, caressing her hair and cheeks, until she woke with a start. She looked confused until she saw me, than started crying again, soft little sobs as she held me like I might disappear. When she finally was able to speak, she whispered in a small voice. “Do you really mean it?”“Yes, baby I do. I think I loved you from the first time I laid eyes on you, I just tried to fight it. I didn’t think I was very good marriage. I wanted to know whether you as uninterested in money as my original research revealed. I won’t do that again, I promise.” She reached across and took my hand. “Let’s enjoy the evening and forget everything else.” The butler arrived with the entree and soon opened a lovely red wine to go with the main course. While we ate, we talked. I used every technique I knew to get her to talk about herself. It seemed that she had taken over the reins from her grandfather, not her father, who apparently. “Good pet, you’re doing great,” he whispers, just barely loud enough for me to hear. He places his hand on the back of my head and grasps my hair, guiding my head back and forth, putting himself deeper inside my throat to the point where I begin chokes a bit. He eases up a little but I pull him back in and keep going. My master deserves the best. “Baby, I’m close.” He pulls himself out of my mouth and pulls my hair hard to tilt my neck. I kneel there with my mouth wide open and tongue out as he.