I love you. I wanted you to have your rest just like I wanted it for the rest of my wives, too. I don't need much sleep. Kayla, I love you. Please for...ive me. I didn't mean to belittle you or your job."She looked at him for a moment, then, "Make love to me," she whispered.Later, Jeff, with his arm around Kayla, walked into the kitchen. For some reason that Jeff couldn't quite fathom, Kayla blushed. Why is she blushing? All of us make love practically every night.Nevertheless, Diana hugged Kayla. He arrived and began his survey of the structure. It was a two-story building with living quarters on the ground floor and a loft with a ceiling of about 12 feet. There were no conventional windows in the loft walls, but there was a multitude of skylights. This produced a weird plume of lights shining through into the fog.The grappling hook provided a ready access to the roof, and Stan made his way to a skylight to see what might be going on inside the loft. He saw a line of 12 cages lining one. “Little Tokyo,” she said. “I have a reservation at the New Ginza!” ‘They had a terrific time, bantering and joking through dinner, then wandering down Hollywood Boulevard before heading back to the hotel.He was still happy though, and once inside the hotel room he asked Paulette for another drink. She ordered a bottle of Scotch and had it sent up while. he was in the bathroom before he had a chance to tell her that Scotch left him hung over like Herod the day. Tell someone what had happened!Sure enough, he returned withing 5 minutes...and he was not alone! He had another boy and the 13yo girl! I could feel myself hardening again as I heard the soft whispering about how my abuser explained his gooey tumbler! He said he had returned to collect his wallett and heard me talking in my sleep about some 'dirty stuff' before kind of groaning and throwing off my covers. I was flattered by his description of my cock sticking out through my shorts before as he.