As I parked my car and headed into theoffice, my phone began vibrating, and I pulled it out to see why.A comment was coming in on my Facebook page: "G...tsy move." Looks great. The eyes are really permanent? Maybe you should make theboobs permanent too."Then my Facebook app abruptly logged me out. I tried to log back in, butit gave me the message, "We are sorry, but your email address andpassword do not match what we have on file."I put my phone back in my pocket and headed toward the side. I slowly worked my cock against her, feeling the wet slit of her pussy with the tip of my cock. I gently pushed against her wet hole and I felt it just slip inside. Before long I had my cock buried completely in her pussy. We fucked slowly at first and then faster and harder. Our lips meet and tongues touched as our bodies moved. Her pussy felt so good around my cock that I had to concentrate on not coming. I wanted the feeling to last. We fucked until I felt I was about to cum and I stopped. I. I wondered who’d put them there. My father had always been hesitant to put flowers in the house, saying that they only attracted more bees. After a few seconds of guessing, I went back to selecting practice music, deciding that William had put them there to brighten the room for Henriette. She had a fondness for flowers. I took some time to warm up, playing scales and simple pieces, that I could execute from memory. I must have gotten lost in some reverie, because I almost fell off the bench. Because she had fallen in love with someone else. With one of Steele’s best friends.His name was Derek.*** *** ***Five years later, Steele was celebrating his 26th Birthday. It was Monday, 27th May 2013.He sat on the toilet flicking through a magazine. It was a weekly publication of slaves for auction, with their photos, details and price guides. He folded down the corner of the pages of those that interested him, to discuss with Carrie later.He glanced downwards. He was wearing just his white.