"Ah,listen, dear ... perhaps it might be possible. Do you think yourparents--and your friends, of course--might like to come to my place forthe weeken...? There's more than ample room."Mandy was silent for a long moment, then she replied, "Let me talk to mymom ... ah, do you think you could have your receptionist there, too?"she asked, recalling her brief interlude in his office."That, I can't guarantee, Mandy ... we really don't need another female... what we need is another man ..." and. He was more tense the past few weeks and almost seemed to be waiting for something. It put my nerves on edge. This whole scene with Mark, for example, was confusing. It almost seemed as if Nat was jealous of Mark. Why that would be was beyond me.I sighed again and decided that I wasn't meant to understand some things, such as the male mind. It also wasn't doing any good staying angry with Nat. He didn't mean to be overprotective and, for the most part, he was better than my family. That didn't. Miranda smiled sheepishly. Then, she realized that the woman was staring at her intently, a faint, knowing smile on her lips. Miranda’s face flushed a deep shade of crimson, and her embarrassment deepened further when she realized she was grinding her hips slightly under the table in response to the vibrator still buzzing away in her pussy. She looked away, embarrassed. Maybe this wasn’t such a great idea after all… Miranda pulled the small remote from a pocket on the outside of her purse. "No, this beast you've created. The beast requires meat." A wiggle. "And she has found it." Before you have your way with me, young lady, you must tell me that you love me."Those blue eyes twinkled. "IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou. There. Three times. So I can have my way with you three times." We can try. Before YOUR daughter gets home." Get out of those clothes," she commanded.I obeyed. We managed TWO before the phone rang.Vicki. "Tee-hee! Terri says it's always a very good idea to let my parents.