She was excited and she couldn't hide it. But at the same time she felt guilty that I was spending so much money on her. She was embarrassed, probably...because her parents spent a lifetime putting her down, making her feel unworthy. She must have said "thank you" a hundred times before I finally told her that she isn't allowed to use that phrase for the rest of the day.We went to nearly half the stores in that little village. I bought her so many outfits at two of the boutiques that specialize. He's a big guy, fifty-ish. Probably fifty pounds overweight. Arms like a weightlifter, though. Round, red face and a walrus mustache and blue eyes. Looks like something that came screaming out of the Highlands swinging a claymore. Goes with his name, Angus McTavish."Hi, Mister Angus," Susan says."Good morning, Susan. Cindy. And who's this?" (In pure Southern dialect, natch!)He hasn't met Kim."Kimberly Duncan, sir," Kim says, offering her hand.He shook it. "Please tell me you're somebody's. This goddess, asked to help, said she,"To great Pygmalion, lend your ear,For Aphrodite, finding dearHis tender love for Galatea,Quickened her, making cold, hard stoneSoft and warm, and her lovely form,With the quickness of a rainstorm,Take on hair, flesh, blood, curves, and bone."Taking Athena's wise counselTo heart, Alexander fashioned,From his art and artful passion,A maid upon his pedestalWho rivaled the goddesses in eachReligions, both of the West and East;Upon her charms, the eyes could. “Like this?” I asked. “Just like that.”My cock was dripping all over my stomach. I scooped up some of my precum then licked its tanginess off my fingers. That drove Frank crazy.“Here daddy.” I offered some with him. He leaned over and licked my fingers clean. “Was it good?”“Delicious.” He growled. “Turn over. Let’s see that ass.” I flipped over on my hands and knees then wiggled my ass for the camera. He roughly grabbed my cheek meat then spanked each one until he was satisfied.“Spread em’.