’ Dylan’s face lit up in a grin of disbelief. ‘No way!’ he chuckled ‘Well it could’ve been worse,’ he offered, trying to console her. �...�Trust me, it was bad enough on its own. The man’s a living nightmare. I mean, would it kill him to not be so intimidating every once in a while?’ ‘Oh come on, he’s not that bad.’ ‘Oh, really? How about you go into his office and help me get some files I need? I mean, since you’re not scared of him at all…’ ‘Not a chance in hell. You know, I’m pretty sure if. I knew why. He could not keep his eyes from wandering to my smooth tanned legs jutting out from underneath the ruffled teal colored short skirt I was wearing. I had just shaved them this morning and applied cocoa butter lotion afterwards, so my legs were shimmering. They were not the only thing I shaved either. I wondered if daddy was thinking of that as well. If he was, and I was almost sure of it, I wondered, what would Daddy do if I showed him my shaved smooth pussy now? He'd probably wreck. She hesitantly started to massage but I could feel she was shaking like hell, at my touch.I said, It was not my nature to force anybody for anything but I wanted to see her body again. She refused again. She massaged me half an hour, bellow my knees. It was almost time to go to bed. I asked her to sleep on the floor of my room. She smiled and said, no but I could call her anytime ,she would be right there. I asked her to get me a glass of water. She went to the kitchen to get it. I carried a. I would immediately ask you to dinner to celebrate and then we could go to either my hotel or to your place and celebrate a little more.”“Was that an invitation?”Assuming nothing for the moment I asked in return, “Was your question that included your preferences really a question or was it a postulation?”Her eyes remained glued to mine, her face expressionless and impossible to read. At last, she said, “it was a postulation.”“Jill, I’d like to take you someplace nice for dinner to celebrate my.