"Fuck, yes, Sir. Please let me come. I ache for you."He draws a line, side to side across my neck. "That's better." My spirits soar at the prospect. "...ut no."Deflated, I try not to let it show. Although he's been inching me towards release for fuck knows how long, I'm well aware he can stretch it out for as long as he pleases. He's blocked his diary for our "meeting" and told Laney to hold all calls. And if I crack before he gives me permission there's no telling what he'll do. Probably leave. -I honestly, it had never crossed my mind to give you a fuck or that you would give me a fuck like this, I don't deny that I did look at you many times and a vague idea crossed my mind, but from there to this, there was a whole ocean in between.-Well, I leave it up to you to decide whether to do it again, as long as it doesn't affect your relationship with my daughter.I said, "Don't worry about it, my daughter-in-law, I'll be there for you whenever you want, you just have to ask me.We kissed. After some time I felt her hand move and now it right over my cock. I was feeling good. I looked at her. She was in sleep. She continued to lay like that for a long time. After an hour, she suddenly grabbed my cock that was under her hand. I was in total shock. I looked at my chachi. This time she was not sleeping. Her eyes were wide open. This gave me courage. I turned to her and slung my hand across her and I kissed her on her lips. She responded to my kiss. It lasted for some time. But then. She smiled at her reflection in the mirror as she combed her hair. Yes, she looked like a real woman now... A phone call to Benny, the maitre d', brought a kitchen assistant to the house in less than fifteen minutes. He arrived in a golf cart with a huge tray of covered dishes. Davie gave him a dollar and thanked him effusively, aware that the young man's dark eyes roamed her body with barely concealed interest. He hadn't paid much attention to her before, it seemed. Did he think she looked.