. I want to... I can't... It'sokay.... Ugh! How do girls deal with this?"Sam stopped and looked up at the ceiling. "Hmmm." What is it?" I just rememb...red something else. Remember when I told you aboutBrent's tattoo and the girl who was hanging on his arm that night. Ijust realized, as I was telling you the story I was actually picturingmyself hanging on his arm, running my fingers over his tattoo. Weirdisn't it? These extreme thoughts keep jumping into my mind every now andthen. I can't. They all work in health care, with a couple on Harley Street, where the UK’s top consultants work.They are all as hot as fuck. I mean on a scale of 1-10, the lowest was a seven, and one was an easy ten, I will get to her later. They all came from the Home Counties and congregated in three or four groups; I focused on the ones at our table, but did meet a few others. I will not describe them all, only the three that caught my imagination. The first was one of the early birds; less than elbow. To fail to do so twice was to have it swung into his testicles.She reached over, taking no particular precautions to stay away from him, and dipped her hand in. It was steaming hot, nearly hot enough to bar entry. Just the way she liked it. "Very good," she said, starting to undo the buttons on her top. She turned to the two women. "Leave us."They looked at her as if she were mad. "I beg your pardon, Ma'am," Cindy said, "but I don't think that's a really good..." Don't worry," Jessica said.. “And naturally” He added, “I will eventually need to meet him... your husband.”“You WILL?” I asked, sounding a bit surprised.“Yes” He responded, “I will want to personally gauge his acceptance of OUR relationship. Plus, you said that you being fucked by another really excites him, so why NOT?””“Daddy?” I softy asked“Yes, My pet?” he replied.Please fuck me” I asked sweetly, “Please send me home with your precious seed in my tight little white girl’s pussy.”He smiled and once again scooped me off.