.. well ... what you already know about ... I mean about Lady Anita and myself. I ... would like to again formally request her hand in marriage," said...Brian all in a rush at the end as he looked at Dusty almost pleadingly.The poor boy was flushed but determined and Anita smiled and reached out and held his hand as he spoke. He seemed to gather strength from that."Well you know, the King and I were talking about that just this very morning, about you and Anita I mean," said Dusty with a smile as. Gracie just laid her head on his shoulder and began sobbing again. He walked toward the bedroom, passing the area where the massage table had been, and noticed a pool of cum on the floor there. What the fuck happened here? he thought to himself. He was terrified at Gracie’s condition. “Gracie, did someone force themselves on you?” Gracie shook her head no and sobbed louder. Daddy knew that he needed to get Gracie calmed down; he knew she was in really bad shape emotionally but had no idea. The rest of her was definitely for me. Her blonde hair was a dark golden color. Her blue eyes had a tempting innocence that combated her tattoos and self proclaimed sex slave existence. She was dressed sexy comfortable in a black lacy tank top and Daisy Dukes.I knew she'd jump at any sexual push I made. That kind of power is intimidating and intoxicating. I asked her about her day. She giddily told me all the happiness she had felt. She had even practiced on the violin."I'd love to hear you. His name was Hillel. He told me all about his blessings. I didn't understand, and so he taught me his faith.Later he sent me away, but from what he had taught me, I decided that I might be an angel. I wasn't of the world of men, and if I was from the heaven that Hillel told me about, that made me an angel. It was my first perspective, taken from learning their faith – a collection of stories based on the teachings of Judaism.This was the holy land. Holy my ass.These days, I hear people debating.