Some of the women, like Grimm, gasped at the implications of my words about flying. I could see one of the guards heard me, turning his head to see me...better from the doorway. It didn’t matter that he could overhear us; if we had wanted it truly private we’d have closed the door.Tassim stuck out his meaty hand for me to shake, but I wrapped him in a bear hug. “It’s good to see you old friend. How is Sparrow doing?”“He is a bit withdrawn, Lord Solon. My son blames himself from not saving you. “Why are you just fetching.” He said in his scruff near British accent, taking Tasha’s hand and kissing it.Tasha giggled.“We are just so star stuck, Mr. Depp.” I nearly stammered. “We are fans of all your work, as well as yours Ms. Barrymore and Mr. Burton.” I finished acknowledging Johnny Depp’s guests. They both lifted their glasses in a nod of thanks. “So what is the fancy occasion? And, please, it is Johnny.”I told Johnny our plans. He asked if we had cameras. When I told him we did not, he. I now stand before the sobbing woman with my 8 inch member standing straight out in front of me. “You a virgin girl?” I ask with an evil smile laced across my lips.“N-No.” She stammers out, finally opening her eyes to see me naked. I laugh as her eyes go wide as her gaze finds my large member. “You like it slut? Cuse it sure likes you.” I say with a sinister laugh.“What are you gonna do to me?” She asks which gets another volley of slaps administered to her, but this time to her bare tits. In my demented young brain it was obvious that Mandy wasn’t mature enough for me. Mrs Hubert had the experience, the feminine nous that I needed. And if she and Bradley got divorced she would get shedloads of money and keep the house. She had lied about being on the pill, so clearly she wanted me to get her pregnant.With one week of the holiday lef,t I was at home alone one morning when a car pulled up outside.It was her, my older woman. My mistress.She knocked on the back door and grunted,.