He was just about to get on his horse when a beautiful rosebush caught his attention. Remembering his promise to Beauty, he plucked the most beautiful...and vibrant blood-red rose of the bunch. Almost instantly, a horrible b**st sprang out of the rose garden. The merchant was horrified and frightened by the sight of the man/b**st, finely dressed to rival any duke, yet furry and growling like a wild b**st, its bloodshot yellow eyes holding an almighty rage. Then a terrifying voice growled at the. "By the time they finally reached the restaurant, they'd already been sidetracked by three shoe shops and a discount clothing outlet, and the afternoon promised to be everything Marcus had worried about.Wrapped up in her robe, hair wrapped in its own towel, Shawna shuffled into the kitchen stood on top of her slippers to find Marcus hunched over something at the table."Is the kettle boiled?" she asked, quietly, getting a distracted nod in response. "Is there any chance of a cup of tea?" Not for. Don't know why he is so arrogant as to think I could not achieve thesame though. I might be a lot younger and not yet have his success butI can see myself in bed with a beautiful blonde wife one day performingher wifely duties around my dick. Errrmm poor women, with men like usaround its no wonder the sluts moan about equal rights and respect. Godthese stockings might feel nice on the skin but I would not fancymincing around without my jeans flashing my pins for every Tom Dick andHarry to ogle. The woman several paces off to her left smiled and waved. She looked just like Marilyn Monroe, only with dark hair and olive skin. She smiled and waved back.She turned to her right to see a man and a woman, together, a little further away from her than Ms. Monroe. He smiled and also waved. The woman he was with was facing her and also smiled, but she was too busy fondling his not quite erect penis to wave. She smiled and waved to them, then rolled back over, on to her back. She stretched her.