Now, ostensibly to keep my job, Iwanted her to put up with me shaved and dressed like a slut everyday.There was just no way.Bella is a bombshell, just...incredibly sexy. She's about 5'6" with longblack hair; she's thin but with a ripe round ass and nice natural tits,big enough to look hot in a tank top but not so large that you thinkshe has implants. She works as some sort of cocktail waitress, I don'treally know, she dresses sexy and stays out late and she always tellsme how much she appreciates. .”“More like ten. I don’t think their magic affects me like it does you, but here.” He held something out, and she took it. It was a small set of earplugs. “If they start playing that music again, shove those into your ears. We were warned about faerie music, but I figured it was safe. That was stupid of me.”Beth’s cheeks burned, and she put the plugs in her messenger bag. She should have known better as well, and they were almost to the trees when she heard shrill cries behind them.“Quick!”. " Charity breathed a sigh of relief and lowered her arms. Janice anticipatedthis move and immediately reached around her niece and swatted her bottom. "We're not finished yet! I'll tell you when to lower your hands." "Ouch! Yes, Aunt Janice," was the obedient response as hands went back behindthe neck to intertwine fingers. "Charity, you asked me to do this. But you seem to be having problems withit. Should I just let your mother finish this?" "Oh no, Mistr.. I mean Aunt Janice," Charity. My arms are around her. Bad. Her arms are around me. Good. Better. A kiss. Best.A date on the calendar. She turns seventeen. That’s legal age of consent. Somewhere in the nearest future, we’ll get married. She’s not trying to gain a sugar daddy or whatever. I was with her when we set up a bank account and an investment account, and if she plays things conservatively, she won’t have to work unless she wants to.The happy girl didn’t stay on my lap long. We both have things to do. Acquiring dinner.