"My name is Lars Olafson. This is my former wife, Eileen," the man said as he wrapped his right arm around her, "and these are my daughters, Lauren an... Chelsea." He urged them to take a step forward. Eileen and Lauren wore red collars and nothing else. Underage Chelsea was fully dressed. "The AI told us that you and your children would be a good match for all of us. I understand your Marcie is fourteen and your Jason is ten?"Lacey was still too stunned to respond. Eileen stepped forward.. Half giddy with the visceral thrill of what I was doing, flushed with the sheer shame of it as well, I was a complete mess. For the first time in my life, there was options and choices, a sobering prospect. With her shoulder length brown hair, always so glossy and luxurious, the generous and inviting mouth which gently promised such forbidden, carnal pleasures. Oftentimes I would find myself daydreaming during a lecture, wondering what it would feel like to press my lips against hers. I. After arranging our first meeting and view to getting down to some serious sharing and filming in a hotel suite, this is how the night went.After a drink at the bar and introductions our man was excited to get to the room. We entered the elevator and before i could press the floor he had his hand up my wife's dress revealing her filthy lingerie, tan stockings suspenders and silky lace panties that were already drenched at the crutch.I was so turned on by the expression on my wife's face as he. " You're making a deal! I love making deals," Brendan said.A little bit later, Brendan and Jacinta were standing in the kitchen drinking strong coffee. The curtains hanging over the window were white with a lacy pattern accented in yellow, which was repeated in the doily that spread over the middle of the kitchen table with its vase of dried flowers. The domesticity of the scene comforted Brendan. He didn't feel out of place."What does your uncle do for a living, Jacinta?" He owns an.