A little bit of courage resurfaces in Toni, and she answers me. “Yes, maybe a little?”“Maybe a little?” I parrot back at her. “So, there is ...art of you that wants to continue playing?”She looks surprised at that. She thought about it for a second; then she seems to have reached a decision.“I want to continue,” she says. Her confidence is starting to return now that she’s made a decision.“Continue what?” I ask.“This,” she says, waving her hand between us.“I don’t know what ‘this’ means,” I say. And she was not a person one could force into doing what she had set her mind against; he knew this from experience.Thank God, they were able to get a maid... rather nice too. And she cooked, Paul thought, as he browsed through a copy of the New York Times he had picked up. He found himself wondering what else she might do with some skill. Damn... he couldn't go along this way forever... and here he was in Paris... "Francine, would you pour me another cognac, please?" he called to her in. But it’s because of how I feel about you. I’m afraid that you’ll leave it too long, then when you do go looking, it’ll be too late. Or worse, you never will go looking, and I’ll end up the daughter of a lonely and scared old man. You have any idea how much that would rip my heart out?”, she chided.Jim turned and gazed in his daughter’s eyes, and her love for him jumped out and smacked him in the face. God, if she weren’t his daughter, he’d fall head over heels in love with her in two seconds. Of course not Jeremy, but now you have got me all hot again at the thought of you licking me out and drinking daddys cum from me so lets hope this ceremony doesnt take long. The four of us were standing there in a circle of lascivious lust when the registrar called us and in less than ten minutes or so, the ceremony was completed and we drove back to Jeremys apartments with the chauffeur attempting to keep one eye on the road and the other on his mirror as Jeremy slid his hand down the top of.