”“I need to thank your Dad for his help.”“Don’t worry about it.”“No, I have to thank him. What does he like?”They discussed what her D...d liked, his taste were in the area of fine cigars, nice bottle of cognac, or a French Cabernet. Since she was busted for underage drinking the alcohol was out, and a box of his favorite cigars was well over one hundred dollars. She settled on going to the mall and finding a nice thank you gift that would be work appropriate for his desk.“Do you think they are. “It's just too much.”“But... but...” I glanced at a girl walking by. “She's got way more on than me. Look at how red her lipstick is.”The plain girl, her jeans squeezing tight about her waist, causing her to have a muffin top. “Naw, she's fine. It's you.” He looked up and down my cute, slender body. I wore a belly shirt and a short, pleated skirt. “You are the one with too much makeup on.”He seized my other pigtail and yanked down. I gasped and fell to my knees before him. He gripped both of. ”It just happened that when George was alone with his aunt rubbing oil into her shoulders, her friend walked past with her husband. “This is my nephew George.” The lady looked down at George’s cock and seemed suitably impressed. Even the husband looked envious.It was fortunate that both George’s uncle and the lady’s husband would spend days at a time in Paris for work purposes, and Eric spent a lot of time out chasing after a young lady, which gave the ladies time to have their way with little. He had the sex. I gave him what he needed and that was it. Was this a green light from him? I have to say I was considering it.Then I saw Him. My Markus. I fell in love with his dark chocolate skin, his hard flawless chest, broad muscular shoulders and biceps, his abs which screamed countless hours spent in the gym, his little french cut beard which always made me want to rub my vagina on. It does suit him though. His 6 foot 1 inch tall handsome body. My Markus.I snapped out of my day dream.