”“Good for you.” She said as I picked up the bottles and started walking back.We sat and ate and drank and Wren said, “You should have worn yo...r sandals or your flip flops Emily.”“Then she wouldn’t have been able to display her cute little body so well honey.” Aryn said.“I guess, but don’t you mind carrying her about all the time Aryn?”“No, she’s as light as a feather.”“Thank you Master.” I said.“And I’ve got a better way to carry you when we leave here.” Aryn replied.I didn’t ask and couldn’t. I kissed back, my tongue deep in his throat. I laid him back down, and rubbed his cock through his pants. My mouth went down on his cock through his pants, and he moaned. I asked him if he wanted to lay on the bed. By this time, the cocktails had kicked in on me. Put your arms around my neck I told him. He did and I found some strength, (he was a little bigger than me), and picked him up in my arms and carried him over to the bed. I laid him back gently and unbottoned his shirt and removed. I hated him more than I ever did, but I just wanted him to know that even through all the bullshit...” she paused and her face softened, her eyes dropping slightly. “I still loved him. I still needed a father.”This was normal for her-the anger, the resentment, the unrequited need for approval. She had been the one to take care of Stan, our father, that last year of his life. I was safe and detached, three thousand miles away. I only had to deal with him over the phone, secure from the daily. It was not as if she was the only woman on the street. A blonde in cutoffs and a silk camisole. Another woman in a denim miniskirt, one of his weaknesses and a t-shirt with the neck torn out. It was this other woman who drew his interest and his thoughts.He imagined her sitting in a large chair with her legs draped over plush arms. He knelt before her, gazed into the crotchless black tights and her pussy at their center. She grabbed his head, hooked her legs around his neck and pulled him into.