“After the fun we just had, nothing you could ever say could upset me, baby. Do you mind if I smoke? You just got me off three times in less than ...n hour and I need my cigarette. What is your concern?” I reached over and turned her face towards me. Nothing she could say would make me love her any less. She had just given me two perfect gifts--her young stinky feet, and her tight little body to fuck at will. She nodded and began, with a tear falling down her cheek. “I find my self. Since none of the slashes were dangerous, they were closed as best as they could. Thus Bret Davis began his life as scarred pre-mature infant.Finding no relative or person to except responsibility, the little boy was assigned to Child Services and eventually the local orphanage. Staff in an orphanage are usually caring people. 5 staff taking care of 37 children just doesn't leave proper time to care for a premature infant. Bret's early life consisted of breathing, eating (sometimes, ) drinking. He had somehow managed to walk right passed her yard. " Uh... Hello." He managed to answer. " Yes it is Michael." " You know, I made a terrible discovery this morning." She said. " You did?" He asked, trying act surprised. " Yes." She noted. " It seems that some vandal has broken mystatue's nose clean off!" " Oh, that's terrible!" He acted in stunned surprise. " What makes you think it was a vandal?" " Well, I am sure that if someone had done it by accident, theywould have notified me to. "Jason, we have a disciplinary problem," Armand announced."Sir." There was a click -- Jason was on his way. In a moment, Consuela arrived with Armand's clothing. The Wench collected it while Armand queried, "Raoul sent you?" A nod. "Get him." Consuela got out of there.Armand signed for the video to be put on hold while this other matter was dealt with; the Wench handled it, juggling clothing and the remote.Jason arrived next, followed quickly by Raoul, for whom one look at the occupants of the.