"Thanks! You have somethingelse, right?" I did. I had brought a short skirt and top. My'uniform' as Becca called it.We went downstairs to the livin... room. One wall was all window, lookingout onto the garden a line of trees in the distance.She plopped down on the couch and looked out the window, "Every time Icome here, I forget how crazy rich Tom, well his parents, are." Shetucked her feet under her. "Tom's mom would lose her shit if she sawus sitting here drinking like this. Tom's mom. . " "Do you like my titties? Do you want to bite them? Twist my nipples? Tie me up?" That was the only kind of thing that came out of her mouth anymore - whore talk. Sometimes, I'd make her just sit beside me during dinner and keep up a litany of filth while I ate. I'd make her give me a blow by blow of what the last guy was like, or the last group of guys, or I'd make her make up stories about herself going into bars and picking up strangers and licking their balls and opening her pussy lips and. Marcel had offered her a job, and she had accepted gratefully. Having a friend who could look after our child paid off nicely on our second anniversary in June. I returned from a visit to Pershing’s headquarters to be greeted by a smiling Madeleine and the smells of something delicious coming from the kitchen. ‘Where is Marie?’ I asked after a lengthy kiss. ‘She is staying the night with Therese and Rosa,’ Madeleine said in a seductive tone of voice, referring to her friend’s young child, who. Il sentait encore le souriresur ses l?vres, et son c?ur battre ? tout rompre. Dans la pi?ce, ilentendait la respiration r?guli?re de No?mie.- No?mie?- Mmmhhh.....Max....quoi...je...je...- No?mie? R?veille-toi!- Hein? Quoi? Qu?est ce qui se passe?La jeune femme se redressa soudainement, compl?tement d?sorient?e. Ellechercha ses lunettes de sa main gauche, avant d?allumer la lumi?re.- J?ai une id?e! Je crois que j?ai une id?e!- Hein? Mais...mais...?a peut pas attendre demain? Il est quelle.