"Then you have to marry me."There it was. Just as simple as could be. I love you. You love me. If we're going to have sex, we're going to have a famil.... If we're going to have a family we have to be married. I could not dispute the logic, but I still hadn't learned to just keep my mouth shut, so I opened it one last time and sealed my fate."Well maybe."She delivered the coup de grace. "Good. We can get a license today."It was settled and we both knew it, but I made one last futile attempt to. ’ But the guys all say she never says no to anything they ask her to do. Isn’t that right, Temple?’ she snickered, turning to me. ‘Well, she’ll certainly be trainable, then,’ he observed. ‘Her husband doesn’t know what’s going on?’ Mr. Washington asked. ‘Apparently not,’ she smirked. ‘How many guys have fucked her?’ ‘Well, I’m not sure. It’s hard to keep track. Clint obviously, and I think maybe a dozen or so clients and vendors and I think the tech guy? Clint says you’ll the first of the sales. She joined me at the table and asked me if I was pleased with her choice of clothes and if she executed the instruction well.I smiled and told her she did.. she took off her baseball cap and shook her long curly hair. I though she looked fantastic and I had a very hard time deciding where to look: her wonderful tits or her sparkling blue/green eyes.We started talking and thing went very naturally, there weren't any uncomfortable pauses and she said she was feeling a connection between us. At. We went to the hairdresser who did her hair in a girlie fashion complete with a ribbon. When we got home she was thrilled to bits dressing up in all her outfits and insisted that I paint her nails bright pink. We went to bed with Bobbie in her pink satin nightie and matching panties – I wore a pink nightie as well. Bobbie snuggled up in the night and suckled and I absent mindedly stroked her cock.I took her out of pre-school and rang up the surgeon in Edinburgh who had operated on me and after.