” Still half asleep, I slumped onto on the bed. Lucy grinned a wicked grin. “Oh, dear! My naughty little poet’s been a very dirty little boy!”...I glanced down. My robe had come open and pre-cum was still glistening on the tip of my not quite flaccid cock. I covered up. She got up, sauntered over to stand beside me with a feral grin on her face. She grabbed the lapels of my robe, yanked it open, then held it there while her greedy eyes drank in my nudity and the viscous ooze from my meatus.“You. My mama and mami have been married for about 10 years. They have two kids, both boys of around 8 and 12. My mama is a businessman and lives in New York. He owns several businesses in Jaipur (which Mami looks over). But his most important work is in New York. So he spends most of his time there and only comes to India every 6 months or so. As you might expect, they’re just one of those typical ‘rich’ people. Money is not really a limiting factor for them, and they rarely think about it.My family. "No, most definitely not, I love you Nichola and want to makeyou my lifelong partner, my wife, I most certainly didn't get close toyou for the work I'm doing - you've got to believe me, you must believeme!"I took his hand and kissed the palm, whispering, "I believe you, and Ilove you."We discussed his work further while we had an excellent four-course mealcomplete with wine and liqueurs, and then settled down to sleep, arrivingin London early on Sunday morning.I waited with him until he had to. She grabbed them and headed into my room to sort through them. I worked alone in her room for several hours pulling off the baseboards, definitely in to hurry to get her room back together. Abby came in through the bathroom connecting our rooms wearing some of her returned clothes. Even though it was a little chilly in her room from the broken window, she wore a tank top and some shorts, her usual sleep wear but not around-the-house garb. "Its so nice to have my clothes back," she said, turning.