She ambled about bending over pretending to pick things up or put things away. There was a knock on the door. Mrs V shouted she would be there in a mi...ute. She rushed upstairs and put on a robe that she tied loosely at the middle. She opened the door and the gardeners introduced themselves as Adam and James. They would starting work the following morning and would turn up about 8.30 am. Mrs V said she looked forward to them arriving, smiled and closed the door.Next morning Mrs V was up earlier. Louisiana State University. You are thinking of accepting their offer. Don’t. I see bad things. Stay close to home. That is a better option.”“Oh my God! How did you know?” Harriet sounded shocked.Madame V smiled broadly and waved her hands dramatically over the ball. “It never lies.”Lori had a snarky reply for this strange woman, but when she looked at her the thought vanished. The fortune teller looked differently to her. She looked younger, her hair under her turban was darker with thicker. I do not realize that my father’s hands are holding my hair until he takes matters into his hands. He grabs my hair and pump his white throbbing dick my mouth, pumping his meat in and out my mouth. My eyes water as he a few times nearly chokes me. I try to move my tongue to give his cock more pleasure. I love the feel of his balls slapping my chin each time my father thrusts his dick in my mouth. My father is fucking my face in a frenzy and I love every second of it. He groans and he moans as. Some ten minutes later, Dennis strode into the hotel’s bar where I sat nursing a scotch and soda. ‘We’re set for tonight,’ he said smugly. ‘Oh…?’ I said, hoping that Beatrice and Lizbeth were actually going to meet with us that evening. ‘We’ve got tickets for A Streetcar Named Desire and Lizbeth and Beatrice couldn’t be more thrilled.’ ‘You got tickets… for Streetcar?’ I couldn’t believe my ears. It was the smash hit of the season, tickets were absolutely unavailable to all but the ‘In Crowd’.