The ride to Foster House was physically short, but a coach was appropriate for the journey from one life to the next, from being the daughter of one f...mily to being the matron of another.“Seeing you at the balls of the Season, I couldn’t imagine that you could look lovelier than you did then,” Robert said. “Tonight, though, you have achieved that.”“You are too kind.”“I’m not kind, though. You will learn that, Sophia. I am honest.”“Robert, I am sure that you are,” she said. She wasn’t, however,. I closed the door and dropped my jacket on the arm of a couch. “I hope your hungry”, spread her legs some and a rock hard cock popped out. She walked over to me as I stood in a daze. “ Whats wrong. Baby ? “ she asked. I mumbled, “ Your gorgeous“. She chucked some. “First time Baby” she asked. I shook my head yes. With that she took my hand and placed on her cock and kissed my neck. The next thing I remember was my hand around her meat stick stroking her. She gently pushed toward the bed, “Time. I followed the voice and saw silvery light shining underneath the door to the bedroom I used to share with my husband. My heart was beating in my chest. What was going on here? My hand shook as I reached out for the door, the metal cold beneath my sweaty palm. “Theodora…” the voice came from right behind the door, ethereal, accompanied by a musical chorus, like the ringing of wind chimes. The door opened and standing in the room, shining brilliant silver, was a seemingly young looking man, fit. Martin and that fact gave them fodder to chew on as they danced around the studio screaming about the potential disaster to islands, including Puerto Rico - again.The breakfast went like it usually did. Jason and Robyn had stayed overnight, as did Jim and Lisa, Phil, Ron, Cindy, Sharon, Amanda, and Bjorn, Nathan, and Tan. Dave had started to just think of all of them as regular Circle members.Over breakfast Dave asked Jason what he did to back-up all his legal papers and client files. Jason.