May I ask, is she your girlfriend?Me: No, she’s my daughter. Why?Guy: Oh I see. In that case, may I ask if I can take a few pictures of her?Me: No.G...y: Sorry for being so rude sir. I’m participating in a beauty contest and I just saw your daughter. Let me tell you, she’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. I hope I’m not offending you, sir, I mean it with all the respect.Me: Well, you kinda are. Now, I’m going to ask you to leave.Guy: Please! Please, sir! If you let me take a picture of. Its my turn. @@@@@ Jennifer got another pleasure card. This time she rolled a 1. Have a player of your choice do a sexy dance for 10 seconds. What a rip-off, she protested. Better than nothing, I guess, Jillian said with a shrug. Barely, Jennifer returned. You, she said pointing at me. Start dancing. And lots of pelvic thrusts. I wanna see your dick bouncing around. Her tone was angry. I guess she felt she was being cheated. Well, there was nothing I could do about that. Jessica said go, and I. Her long black hair was unbound and cascading down her back, her hands nervously clenched in her lap. Debbie, also adorned in only a robe, sat next to her gently rubbing her shoulders."Are you ready for your husband now, my love?" she asked softly.Kiki could only nod her head not trusting her own voice. Reaching over to the nightstand she picked up a small bell and rang it twice.Seconds latter Mark slowly entered the room. He wore a midnight-blue silk robe draped over his shoulders falling down. It was a nice touch but I found a leather belt for her neck and another longer one and a couple of tiny padlocks and I padlocked her to the Pool steps handrail by her neck before I dressed and made my way to the house to dress formally.I drove myself to town, Tim Forster of Haliwell Barnes had invited me with the prospect of either liquidating my assets to pay Miss Hastings or liquidating hers to pay my costs, the Ferrari howled menacingly as I headed down the dual carriageway but I soon.