Victoria was the spitting image of her mother. And every time he looked at her he was reminded of the loss of his sweet and devoted wife. So he did wh...t any pain inflicted man would do, he used his business and jet-set way of life as an excuse not to see his child. Regardless Victor Vice had seen to it that his daughter had the best money could buy. She had never been lacking in any form of care or opportunity. Victoria was bathed in luxury with the hope that such material caring could wash. Maybe have a bit of a lie down, think it over." Rhea pushed herself back from the table and stood. Jasmine nodded, feeling a little overwhelmed by the redheaded cafe-owner's height, and got up herself.Exiting into the misty night, the cool air cleared her head a little. What Rhea had said about boys and their mums was interesting, though she'd never really thought about it before. She was thinking about it now, however."Mom, are you sure we can even be in here?" Henry asked as she held the door. Please, no!” Screaming but obviously in ecstasy, Ashleigh's tight little cunt wrapped around me like a blanket, warm and cozy, and oh so sexy. I slammed myself in and out of her, splashing her juices all over me as she squirted again and again from her little mini-orgasms. My fingers brushed her clit as I stared into her eyes. My lips met hers as our bodies seemed to melt together, and I whispered into her mouth as she bit my lip, “If Ryan walks in the house, I want you to scream at the top of. In the chair sits He. Oliver Belmont, handsome in his dark hair and dark eyes. ‘Laura, good to see you’, he stands revealing his choice of outfit for the day, navy pinstripe suit, powder pink shirt and yellow tie. You’d think with his pay packet he could afford to dress a little less like an estate agent. He gestures towards the white leather padded chair placed at a diagonal opposite his desk, I totter over to it at rest myself on it. I sit, he still stands. His hands come together and rub,.