No," he said softly. "No. I-I won't." He gave Renee a weak smile. The sight of it relieved her more than his words.Claude sauntered behind his syn and...squeezed her shoulder. "And you say mine isn't trained," he said to Henry with a smirk. "How long have you had that boy?" Simon," snapped the other man, glaring at Claude. "Obey me, you little shit. Fuck her. Now."The color- and smile- drained from her friend's face. He marched the last few feet rapidly, and seized her hair with frank. .. oh yeah, you got me so hot I almost forgot what started us talking; yeah, I'd like to if you don't mind," she said sitting back down to finish her breakfast."Mind; why would I mind you taking art lessons?" Well, the lessons run from seven to nine on Tuesday nights. I'll have to leave around six-thirty and wouldn't be home until nine-thirty or ten," she told him."Honey, I think I'm perfectly capable of taking care of myself for a few hours," he responded."Okay; I'll sign up tomorrow," she. " Well, it could be risky, but there are some of them that I wouldn't mind getting to know better." Ha, 'getting to know better' you say. Getting your pussy wrapped round their tongues, or their cocks you mean," snorted Tarquin, "Well as long as I get my share of them they can have a slice of your hair pie."They were out of the town now and driving along the country lane which led to the village in which they lived. Kathleen turned towards Tarquin and dropped her head into his lap. Unzipping. Still, she knew Gina was feeling guilt over what had happened. Not because of the age difference or even that she was another woman Cindy decided. It was simply because, as Gina had told her, that the older woman had never strayed from her marriage.Cindy even found herself feeling a bit guilty after she met Tom, Gina's husband when he came by to pick her up to go get her car out of the shop. He was simply a good guy, friendly and warm, with a nice smile and an obvious love for Gina. He even.