..which was obvious to Mistress Alyson through the black lace French-knickers I was wearing before her, my cock stirring and hardening.“What are you...waiting for BITCH....either do as you are told, or fuck off and stop wasting my time!...you are beginning to bore me you useless cunt. Move now!”We both knew despite my worries of being seen dressed in lingerie, leaving a bag containing my normal clothes/phone/car keys leaving me completely at Mistress Alyson’s mercy at her front door...that I. A metallic sounding voice came over the loudspeaker in the bleak little room and started counting down from ten. The man looked down at the woman's feet and let his gaze wander up, across her wasted body, until it met her eyes. The fear and sorrow he saw there felt like a slap. As carefully as he could, he got up without disturbing the wires and moved across to her. She stood up to meet him. As the countdown reached one her took her in his arms.There was a moment's disorientation. The man felt. How do you feel free about her being your new mother?’ ‘Wow! I thought you said you were going to take this slow. Now you want to marry her? What happened in Vegas?’ ‘We found out we love each other, that’s all.’ ‘Dad, I think it’s a great idea and since mom died I thought that Kris would be perfect for us. Now that it might come true, I’m not sure.’ ‘Why? You just said she be perfect.’ Kelly shook her head. ‘I don’t know. This is a lot more, er, difficult than I thought. When are you planning. I woke up at 7 am just to be sure I wouldn't’t miss his text. I pulled my Blackberry from under my long green pillow. I pressed a button for it to light up and I fumbled to get to the message. He asked if I was awake and from there our conversation took off.I’ve only known this man for about 18 days and I already felt like I was in love him! How could I not with his beautiful brown eyes, sexy smile and hot body. His cock wasn’t bad either. I just wondered what he saw in me. We both were in the.