”“So we just wait, I guess.”“Yes.”“You’re OK?” Ashley asked.“I’m fine, Cinderella,” I replied, kneeling down so I could take her...into my arms. “They did a bunch of tests and took a lot of blood and now they’re going to try to figure out why your dad is so strange.”“Birgit says it’s because you’re a boy!” Stephie teased.“Of course she does!” I chuckled. “But that’s not really a problem. You love Nicholas and he’s a boy!”“I do!”“I don’t have a boyfriend,” Ashley said.“Do you want one?”She shook. “I guess I'm still naked too.”“Yeah...” I say.“I only had like a glass and a half of wine last night... but, did we really...?”“Yep,” I tell her. “Three times.”“Hmph, not that anyone's counting.”I actually don't regret it. Waking up with an ugly chick after screwing her drunk because that's the best I could do is one thing, but this isn't that case at all. Sure, I didn't cum all over her, I didn't give it to her from behind, and she didn't even give me a blowjob; even without any of that,. " Even after that it was still only a little after nine-thirty when we drove to a local shopping mall. We went straight into a rather expensive looking ladies dress shop to be greeted by a middle-aged woman. "Good morning Mr. Furlough, we haven't seen you in here for some time."David ignored the remark. "Miss Walters, I need a dress and what ever else is necessary to take this young lady to dinner at the Country Club tonight. Find something suitable if you please." Emily," the woman called,. Suddenly it struck Jodie as she sipped her coffee, that she was the only woman left now, surely it was to be her turn next, her scenes, whatever they may be, and a cold shudder ran through her, the CEO and the menfolk discussing with Mike his artistry with that whip as he pulled on black trousers and a clean white shirt over the black leotard. Was that a good sign, she wondered, he obviously was not going to play the role he had in the last two shoots, The coffee drunk, Pete and the now.