The last thing you want to do is treat him like a kid. He has the private telephone number of the Grand Druid. I'd bet that he has the number of the P...esident of the United States."Deciding that he didn't want to get into an argument with the local police, William pulled out his cell phone. He was looking up the number in the phone book function of the cell phone when a black car with a Bureau of Indian Affairs seal on the side pulled up beside them. After a slight delay, three other cars. When the sun finally fell down, everyone was feeling pretty loose. I had served the drinks and those people looked a bit intoxicated.I was busy to keep an eye on my little hot wife, since several of her coworkers were naughty black men, who could not take their eyes off from Ana’s nice toned body.When everyone was jumping in the pool I looked around for Ana.And just as I thought she was missing. I could not find her outside.I then started toward the house to see if I could catch a peek of her. Madeline nodded her head timidly, eventhough almost nobody called her anything but Maddy. "How much doyou know about your heritage?"Maddy knew very little except what her brother had told her ofGreat Uncle Joseph's stories, that the Stone family was from asmall town in England, supposedly descended from some nobleman,though she had no idea of his name. She reported this to Mr.Barrows with a little guilt, but Mr. Barrows did not seemsurprised."No need that you should know, Madeline. Your. Swishing off towards the little girl's room to size up prospectsfor later in the week and get a look at her competition (there neverwas any). Then, the inevitable; I can't drive home like this, I'm amess. Could you please, pretty please, just get me to my door? But notbefore one last trip to the back of the bar to rake her claws over thebulge of her next stud and whisper, tomorrow night you're mine.Sure, the sex was always amazing. Entertaining as well. Especially whenthese he-men realized they.