"Wait here, and don't... say... anything!" she ordered.He held up the chain that was cuffed from the table to his wrist."Like where the hell am I gonn...a go?" he asked smartly.She shook her head and left the room. Stupid kid! His parents werewaiting anxiously out in the hall. She hated having to talk to them.She shook her head as she walked up to them. "I'm sorry," she said."He was really stupid this time." Isn't there anything you can do?" his father asked. She could see thepleading look on. But what. She shuddered. How would she tell him? He needed to know. She wanted him to know. He must know but how? Oh well not today anyway. Another day... maybe.Like Monday the morning went slowly until it was time to go the shops. She bought some smoke salmon and cream cheese bagels, chicken tikka, crisps, some cakes and a bottle of Medoc. She had remembered to pack the cork screw and a couple of plastic glasses the night before. Kent was waiting in the usual spot in the car park and opened. ." M. Girarde was saying with a pleasant smile, "... you have already brightened my day to no end, Madame Poirier... for at last, I understand why Igat is such a beautiful child... her mother is a ravishing beauty."Madeleine blushed immediately; she dropped her eyes in sincere, if, gentle embarrassment. "You're most kind, M'sieu', but I must admit that I don't feel very ravishing... coming to you with my sordid story this way..." Ah, ma chere, but you mustn't degrade yourself over an. '' He said in that low strong tone that always made her trust him. Kate did as she was told, she closed her eyes and waited. When she felt it on her lips she opened her eyes to see his big dick in her face. When she looked back up at him, Kate no longer saw her grandpa in his eyes, but a sex starved b**st who needed to fed. ''Open your mouth and suck on it Kate.'' He demanded. She was more then just caught off guard by his request, she felt sick at the very thought of it. ''But grandpa I don't.