’ Georgia spoke quietly… her eyes downcast, not daring to meet his eyes… she knew she would be lost if she did. ‘I don’t wish to inconvenien...e you but I cannot see that my presence here is all that necessary. You have no need for a nanny, as you must admit, and your friend is teaching Ellen and Liza how to cook.’ ‘Maybe, not for a nanny, Georgia… but, I have a need for you. You’re the one who’s held the house together all these months since my uncle died, as far as I can see. And, if you leave. Two large stains marked the place where the fabric absorbed her female moisture. She sensed my manipulation of her lingerie, opened her eyes for an instance, turned her ass towards me and continued to snore. I placed my head about 2 cm from her ass, inhaling and waiting for her to sink deeper into slumber. When she was way down, I removed the panties and managed to kiss the bottom. Short stubby hairs concentrated near her split but I was too chicken to attempt to spread the cheeks. Then I felt. Cynthia shrieked and tried to cover her huge chest with her hands. The waiter leered and said nothing as he topped us off. I noticed that none of the other women reacted like Cynthia did, and Pam even thanked him verbally. That stripper girl was going to be trouble.As for me? It galled me to let some waiter check my tits out but what could I do? I decided to embrace the idea, especially since according to Anthony, thousands of strangers I will never meet will be checking me out tomorrow. When. "You were whoring for some gangbangers," he said. A declaration. "Here we've been worried sick, your brothers and I, and you're off fucking for the profit of some niggers in the ghetto!"His voice was loud, now, and I started to weep. Captain Zuiker had really told him a doozie, but who would he believe? His own daughter or a man of the law? My father was the type of person who rooted for even the corrupt cops in TV movies. A former Army Reservist, he truly believed that all persons in uniform.