“I hope you’ll consider allowing me to treat you to a belated dinner Saturday,” he asked in his most cordial voice.Merie curtsied.“I would be ...delighted, sir,” she said in a Southern drawl. “I will have to make sure there are no familial engagements. But I tentatively accept.”And everything was in place for her surprise party by late evening Friday. Brock had been watching Merie for her taste in vehicles and he found as long as it was small and cute she was happy. He suggested a Volkswagen. She bolted upright from the chair and spoke abruptly, "I'll do what I can. Thank you for showing your concern. Can I leave now?"Grayson knew from the question and the tone of Kara's voice that it had been a mistake to speak to her about this. Kara was one of his best attorneys, good looking too, and he didn't want her upset with him. He used a conciliatory tone, "I just wanted to chat a bit. Thanks for coming in, Kara. We think a lot of you here. I'm sure you won't let us down. Yes, by all. I twirled my finger around the tight hole. Rebecca gasped. When she caught her breath, she said, “What are you . . .” I interrupted her with another smack, followed by more touching. She sagged against the wall and moaned. “I’m going to teach you about ass play,” I whispered. “You’re going to learn to like it.” I smacked her ass again. Rebecca sank to all fours. I ran into the kitchen and grabbed a stick of butter. “This will be cold,” I said as I touched it to Rebcca’s taint. I ran it up to. Moments later John and Sioux entered the bedroom, with John carrying a tray of food while his wife followed with a tray with coffee and cups. The food turned out to be a stack of freshly baked sweet rolls. Grant immediately grabbed one, along with a cup of coffee.Grant’s face expressed extreme pleasure as he took his first bite, and then said, “Well, since you seem to know about my dreams, what information or plans do we need to discuss?”“We figured the first priority was to give you an update.