He handed it to me and winked. ‘Plenty more where that came from,’ he said with a strange smile on his face, ‘but only if you are a good girl.�... He went for me again and threw me onto the bed, leaning over me, kissing me, touching me. His hands all over my body, feeling my legs and my little cock. My hands were pinned down and he kissed my neck and nibbled on my ears and nipples. I was in ecstasy already. ‘do you have any lubricant?’ he said breathlessly. ‘Yes, in the drawer,’ I replied in the. ..well not exactly, more like half truthing. Nicholas is my Middle Name, my first name is Calvin after President Coolidge (Don't ask me why). "Nick I wanna properly introduce you to some friends. You met Damon already." she said pointing to Deep V Douche who was now wearing a Fedora and vest to complete the Douchebag look. "That's Taylor, Carrie, Mike, Omar and Julie." As she pointed out each of her friends I could practically feel the disdain flowing in my direction, the only one who seemed. “Don’t let those fucking pussies sack the quarterback. Get your act together.”“Daddy,” I purred, sauntering to him. “Can I ask some advice?”He glanced at me and froze at the sight of my smooth midriff and bouncing breasts. I reached his recliner and plopped down on his lap, my legs thrown over the chair’s arm. He tensed. He was a tall man, his hair dark. He had a goatee that made him so sexy. His shoulders were broad. His tattoo on his arm peeked out of his sleeve, the bottom of a spade and a. "Jenny came back into the room with the tea; placing it on the coffee table, she made herself comfy in one of the other chairs. Helen gave her a quizzical look then looked across at me. I looked at Jenny, who gave me a big smile in return."Look on me as an independent observer and a chaperone. You never know; I might have some words of wisdom to throw in as well," Jenny said.Actually the chaperone part made sense. After all I was a convicted murderer. Helen could say that anything had happened..