.’ she said hesitantly. ‘Mom?’ ‘Yes, sweetheart. What is it?’ I encouraged. She paused and bit her lip, trying to get the words out. I sat s...lently, waiting. ‘Mom . . .’ Then it came out in a rush. ‘I don’t know if I want a tutor!’ ‘What?’ I said, stunned. ‘Mom, it’s just that . . .Well, I don’t think I want a tutor. I don’t think I even want to be a goddess. ‘I don’t like being different from my friends. They all think I don’t have a dad, because I can’t tell them mine’s an angel that’s. One hand gripped her breast she felt his fingers close his thumb diggin into her soft flesh she winced he squeezed harder his thump almost touching his finger tips through the soft flesh. She gasped it was almost too much the pain was arousing her nipple began to harden. He smiled, he slipped off his shirt and undid the buckle of his belt. Slippin the belt out of the loops of the waistband, he gripped the buckle and slowly dragged the belt over the soft skin of her breast she trembled not. You ever do this for ol' Craig? Or doesn't he believe in this, either?" Dane, what Craig and I do in private is really none of your business!" Jodie said, blushing.He gave her a maddening grin."I bet you don't do much," he chuckled. "Jesus, Mom, it must really be frustrating going out with the guy. You think he'll finally marry you?" I don't know," Jodie sighed. "Craig believes in taking his time to make important decisions." Sounds like a really wild and crazy guy," Dane said. "Do it to me a. We were in a foyer and there were a few couples, well dressed with a nice vibe, all being ushered towards the bar areas. It was very intimate, more so than where we’d just been. Then I noticed that all the staff were dressed in very little, classy, sexy and inviting on the eye for us both. At that point, you were tapped on the shoulder. ‘Nice tinder date’, the voice exclaimed. It was the lady from the bar at the hotel earlier. Clearly dressed differently, a black leather skirt clung to her.