”“Do you know who his coach is?” That stopped the conversation. The registration person shuffled through the papers.“Someone named Lissa Grant...” the woman said. She looked blankly at Allison.“Would you please call someone to the registration table who knows racquetball?” Allison said coolly.“There’s really no need,” the woman answered. “There’s nothing anyone can do about it.”“I’ll call the tournament director then. I have his private number,” Allison said, pulling out her cell phone. “Unless. Marcela's response came quickly: "So you're willing to see my naked little ass, aren't you?." Ruben's compliment had turned her on and she began to bit her lower lip. "Darling, do you agree in my shaking my little ass to these gentlemen?" she asked aloud. "Well, you like it, don't you? make up your bed and put a verb in it. We don't have all day!!" She turned around and walked towards the mattress, bent over, spread her legs while raising her shirt to uncover half her precious ass. There was a folded note attached, that though sent from Ted ... Master, had been written in someone else's hand, no doubt one of the Attendings."Maringa, as per part of this evenings guest's desires, I would very much appreciate it if you would indeed wear what is inside. Both Deidra as well as Bella will be wearing something similar to yours, so do not feel embarrassed about doing so. But I will add ... if you do decide to join us this evening, this outfit is mandatory!" T.M.Curious, I undid. "Hi baby, it's so good to see you," I said. She felt so good.She led me into the family room were she handed me a glass of my favorite wine, and had me sit on the couch, where she sat beside me. Rather than snuggling up close though, she sat a foot away. She looked anxious."Lexi, what's wrong? Why are you upset? What happened baby?" She started crying and look up at me. "Oh Daddy, I'm so scared," she answered. "I just don't know how to tell you. I don't want to lose you."She looked so.