’ He laughed and checked the final knot on a series of rope bindings he’d wrapped around Gina’s thighs.‘Who says it’ll be a boy? Could be a ...irl,’ Gina pouted playfully.‘Oh, no kitten. It’ll be a boy. Mine always are,’ Max grunted, reaching down and cupping her breasts provocatively, ‘And just imagine these full of fucking milk - I’ll be here every night just for a go on them!’Sara giggled.‘You’re outrageous Max.’‘You both love it,’ He replied and slapped Sara’s bare buttocks.‘Whatever the sex,. I come home after a hard days work and like every other day I go upstairs to change into some sweats and a shirt,, nothing fancy just very comfortable. But in the bedroom I'm awaited by Nienke and Faye who are lying completely naked on the bed, entangled in a 69, at first they don't even notice that I've entered the room, the sounds I made were drowned out by their moaning and panting. They both have pale skin and in this position are only recognizable by their haircolor. Faye likes to play the. It collected on cars, sidewalks and benches. In this dried up little town nobody bothered to sweep up the filth. Near the center of this backwater village a beat up hover car lay parked out front of a dingy bar, its green metallic paint chipped and faded. Inside this bar a slightly rugged individual sat in a booth seat near a window, eyeing the bank across the street. Shouting and wild laughter from a corner of the dimly lit bar drew the man’s attention. His fingers went automatically through. She opened her eyes to see a bellboy pushing a tray into the room. Daddy was up and wearing his robe. Frantically she checked and was relieved to find Daddy had covered her up with the bedspread.Daddy tipped the bellboy and closed the door behind him. Then he turned and smiled at Angel. “Well, good morning, beautiful,” he said as he climbed onto the bed and kissed her softly. “You slept well, I presume,” he said.“Um, yes I did,” she answered. “What time is it?” she asked.“It's 6:00,.