She looked older, unrested, and very vulnerable. I felt bad about forcing her to reveal this part of her condition to me. I could see that she was non... too happy to be placed in this position by me either. I had, put simply, played on her sense of duty to me. I did it to advance the cause of my own curiosity, for purely selfish reasons. I had compelled her to put herself on display. I knew that none of what I had to tell her, or to ask her, would be of sufficient merit to justify what I was. One thing I have noticed with my friend’s parents is that they hardly speak to each other. His dad was a good guy but has the habit of drinking regularly and doesn’t care much about the family. So probably because of this, SG was disappointed in him. But I always found her damn sexy. I was in her good books. She always spoke to me in a good way and treated me nicely.Coming back to the story, I, my friend and his dad came back from dinner. His dad was drunk and he went to the terrace room to. Second floor hallway. The owner had to know this shit, but how did he get here? The thought floating around in his head, he slowly got up rom the bed and stretched in an attempt to wake himself up a bit. The ache of his entire naked body showed he had a lot of fun the night before. And as he turned to look at the other side of the bed, his jaw dropped. There laid a goddess among women: Julia Watcher. A beautiful Brunette. The deep tan of her bodice was pure silk to the touch of those honored by. Charles finished up lacing up his shoes and stood up. "Three things,actually," he said cheerfully. "Nothing too bad, really, consideringwhat you did to Jennifer and what you have been doing to the other womenwho came here for help and are betrayed by you and the men who pay you.First of all, you can't tell anyone what has happened to you. From thispoint on, you are mentally incapable of communicating in any way whathas I've done to you except when you are with me.Then, a frighteningly wicked.