“No baby. Not like this. Please, not like this.” I was almost crying now. The panic and fear were evident in my every word. I did not know if he c...uld stop himself at this point.“Gary, please. At least use a condom. Please son, it will only take a second. Then you can have me, I promise.” Tears were starting to stream down my cheeks as I feared my son was too aroused to think rationally at this moment; I feared he would take me unprotected. I was praying he would come to his senses as I felt. With the agreement in the final print version after yesterday’s marathon faxing sessions, Andy, Curtis Warren, his two international attorneys and we girls went through the document page by page for anything that was problematic.By the time we landed in Mexico City, we had finished and were having a general conversation on working scenarios and solutions. Scenarios were scary and the solutions even worse, but I had no doubt that we could handle them.The meetings lasted four hours, with. ‘Lord, it’s on fire!’ I darted close enough to hit the ‘stop’ button before retreating. ‘It’s okay, I think,’ I reassured her — and myself — before turning to look at Jenny. She was wrapped in a towel that covered everything important, but in a way that was more titillating than when she’d been completely nude. The smoke was slowly dissipating, but I’d already lost interest in it. For the first time, Jenny was looking at me the same way I’d been looking at her. I approached her slowly, wary. She didn’t know what to do with her hands, she knew she couldn’t touch herself, so she ran them up her waist, groping her tits, caressing her nipples, running them down to her thighs… ‘I would love to touch your pussy, Isabelle. You’ve been a very good girl today. I think you deserve a treat.’ Isabelle was too gone to care. She was breathing hard, eyes glazed over, utterly lost to her arousal. She unclasped her bra, her tits swaying as it dropped to the floor. Darius walked up to her, and.