"Do you now? Then tell me, what does your baby girl need?" she asked in a sexy tone."Lift up your ass," he ordered, evading the question."Yes, Daddy,"...she obeyed, loving a man taking charge.Dan pulled her shorts down and off, and was pleasantly surprised to note her lack of any panties."Is my Daddy hungry?" Chelsea asked, as she spread her legs before her father... offering her recently shaved pussy to him."Starving," he said, as he admired her pink, inviting pussy."Are you going to eat me,. Well-off financially, too.“Hello then. My name is Linda. Do I have a large pimple on the end of my nose or something?”Jessie snorted as she thought, Freshman Flirting, 101.“My name is George, George Waters from the UK. And no, you don’t have any blemishes at all. You’re perfect. Oh my. I’m being a bit cheeky, aren’t I?”Linda had no idea what cheeky meant, but decided it wasn’t horrible. Must be some kind of British slang thing, and as long as cheeky didn’t involve any of that back door stuff it. In the sun at the terrace with these 2 gorgeous ladies, it really felt as if I'dd won the lottery...a lovely atmosphere, good company, great food, delicious wine and the weather was still gorgeous with over 25°C at night. While the sun started sinkin' in the sea, and the party wouldn't start for the next hour, we decided to take a walk in the dunes behind the beachclub. Petra was joining us as her shift was over and her colleagues took over for the night. As we walked to the parc entrance, I. His crowd of sycophants was cowed by their god’s displeasure.“You’re a disgusting pig-child and unfit to rule.” Marcos stood and exited. In the dark hallway outside, he rubbed his head and walked back to the lounge.He was very sure of the fool’s incompetence. Everything about this place seemed insane and far-fetched. He wouldn’t even believe his own report on this night if he read it. He didn’t think any king would tolerate challenges or loud arguments in his halls. Or assassinations.