It was still very hot, even though it was almost 22:00. Dad's friend kept wiping sweat off of his forehead and lifting his shirt up so I got a pretty ...ood look at his hairy torso.I sat down and started eating but still not looking away from the hottie. A couple of minutes after, he noticed I was staring so he looked back, nodded and smiled. I nodded back while he turned to my dad saying something to him. I guess my father hasn't mentioned he had a son...The soirée came to an end and my parents. I turned and looked for the source of the sound, as another outburst echoed to me. "Does it hurt in your ass, whore? Maybe a good whipping will teach you your place, slave?!" I walked into the hallway and noticed a door ajar. As I walked to it, another outburst echoed to me. "I won't thrash you this time whore, but as punishment for disobeying I will use your body to please me! You are not to cum, whore. Do you understand me?!" I peered into the room and I met with a sight that left me. He was gob smacked by your portrait darling.’ How the hell did her mom know that? She hadn’t been paying attention, had she? ‘You see people in galleries who know what they are about looking at paintings like Hugo did.’ ‘Well that was kind of him. He doesn’t know I exist or could have a flicker of interest in him.’ ‘Is that so? Then why did he ask Heather where you worked and then ask her for the address of the gallery?’ ‘He what?’ ‘You heard darling. Just be patient.’ ‘Mom, mom. What are you. We had our books on the coffee table, and some soda and peanut butter crackers, and I swear, I wasn’t expecting anything to happen, with three of us there, but it wasn’t long before they started fighting over me.They were both wearing just jeans and T-shirts, but I was kind of cute in blue candy-striper skirt, a pink knit shirt, my blue Keds and bright pink socks. It was my mom’s idea. She said if Eddie and Lisa were nice enough to tutor me, I should look nice for them.They lost me right away..