”The Beast’s smile was tight and mournful. “I couldn’t have put it better myself,” he said. “Which leaves me in a fairly tragic position. ...f truly I love you, and I believe I do, then it means more than just wanting you. I must want what’s best for you, even if that means sending you away.”Rose’s chest was as hollow as a drum. “But we talked about this,” she said. “What’s best for me is to be whatever you want. Your other half. I’m starting to think Aristophanes had a good point, and that’s why. “Now your jeans. Take those off,” he said as he removed his belt to his growing pile of clothes.“Good boy,” he said softly as he unbuttoned his pants and watched me set my jeans on to the chair. “Now watch me finish undressing,” he commanded as I turned back towards him now in only my socks and boxer-briefs. He undid his fly and pushed the top of his pants below his hips. He slowly shimmied his pants down his legs without bending over and then stepped out of them one leg at a time. He moved his. FIL slowly advanced towards her.Omana realised that she completely lost herself and was stroking herself.She immediately pulled her hands out of her skirt.I could see it glistening due to her vaginal juice.She looked at FIL in a frightened manner.He sat next to her and took her right hand in his hand.He slowly took it to his mouth and started sucking her fingers.I could sense Omana didnt know what to do or how to respond to the situation.She still looked at him like a troubled child looking at. I'd brought a stash of Bacardi Breezers along with me for the weekend, which Salima spotted in the back seat. She promptly asked, "Would it be okay for me to have a bottle or two?"Naturally I said yes. After an hour and a half of lighthearted, witty conversation, she clearly began to get a little tipsy. That's when she pulled a copy of Cosmopolitan from her handbag, and started to read it. "Think I've got a cramp in my legs," she said innocently. "Mind if I stretch them out onto your lap?"There.