‘Claire…[Kara whined] I will tell you over the drive, put you are driving me crazy.’ ‘Ok…’ Claire said meekly, ducking her head a little. ...‘As I told you before, I had an anxiety attack, why doesn’t matter. Cadogan found me and carried me to his place, taking care of me until I regained consciousness. Then he cooked for me, actually he cooked the entire time I was there. But soon enough I opened up about my past…a little, and it was too much, had been held for too long. Well, we slept for a. And, thank God, he didn’t have a thin moustache on his upper lip.Chuckling at his own words, he opened the passenger door of the dark Mercedes. She slid in, trying to do it as elegantly as she’d been taught.The leather felt cool through her thin dress.He was a gentleman, Parker had said, a gentle man, and maybe he was. He’d smiled and opened the door for her, hadn’t he? He also dressed well. And he didn’t touch her ­– not in the car, nor in the restaurant he took her to.But his eyes did – and. I could tell that my wife was excited as she kept reaching over to rub the outside of my jeans to stimulate my boner underneath. We walked over to our room and she kept grabbing my ass and rubbing my pants to stimulate me. I responded by smacking her ass a couple of times and reaching over to fondle her breasts a little. We got to the room and we quickly went inside. It was a smaller room but had a hot tub in it and a little welcome basket with wine as well. As I looked around the room I. ‘Not tonight,’ I try but he already has his sights set on the bare pair of legs stomping up the strip. ‘She is probably on the job right now,’ he says pulling over next to her. She spots the car and starts to walk quicker. Glen continues to follow. Sweat pours down my cheeks now. The air conditioning in the car is chilling the dank fumes. ‘You, Stop!’ He yells in her direction and the tiny girl stops and then stares in our direction. I half hoped she would have kept running. Maybe with the heat.