I on my back, naked, legs spread, pussy exposed and glistening wet before this fully clothed and virile man with the intense gaze of an alpha male. He...was right. I'd never felt such a reaction to my husband, nor to any man. I shyly looked up at him through lowered lashes, and he had his answer. He began to undress, not hurriedly, but with purpose. Beneath his clothes was the body of an athlete. He took them off, revealing broad shoulders and lean muscles beneath a manly swirl of dark hair. He. With his build and looks, hewould have been constantly fending off advances from some of thoseothers (it was a small community, that of male cosmetics artists) and hereally wasn't into that. Besides, there really wasn't any way to becomerich working at a cosmetics counter or even owning a store in one of thebig chains, and he had the power, so he might as well use it. Besides,working around all the products he used to employ so expertly might betoo tempting, or it might put him into a. You are immobilized, helpless and you need so much care. I am so sorry that you have to endure all this pain. I am trying to do my best to help you."I don't answer. Then I hear him pacing toward the door."Good night, Pamela," he says."Please, stay!"David sits on the bed beside me. The weight of his body joggles me lightly. He places his hands on my shoulders and squeezes gently. Then, I feel his lips on my face. They trace its way across my face, finally finding my mouth. We kiss each other. Though Abigail thought the Master title to be a little odd, her mother didn't seem to notice. Gray led them inside, letting Abigail drop her bag at the bottom of the stairs before leading them to the kitchen, where a pot of tea was waiting along with a stack of papers. "If you don't mind, there are some formalities I need to go over with you regarding your daughter's stay here," he said once they had taken their seats.Caroline nodded. "Of course." So this form just states that Abigail will be.