"She kissed my cheek, "Mine too. I love you."A couple of guys strolled by us and lustfully leered at my mother. She caught me glaring at the guys and ...heard me mutter by displeasure under my breath. "Does it bother you that men like to look at me?" she asked."Sometimes...it's one thing if they are admiring the way you look. I mean my friends were, and still do as a matter fact, tell me how hot you look. I never minded that but I don't like guys eye-fucking you, especially strangers." I. I watch as your slender throat moves with each swallow. I want to kiss it and bite it but I have to control myself. I don’t want to break you too soon.“What am I doing here? Who are you? Why….,” you assault me with a hundred different answers that all share one answer.I raise my hand to stop your talking. “Because I caught you.”Suddenly your face becomes enraged. I smile. This is the reaction I was waiting for.“I am not an a****l. You can’t do this!”On and on you scream and yell, the whole time. Jasmine woke with the sun streaming through the window on her face, she slowly stretched her limbs before she opened her eyes. As she rolled over her heart sank for a moment seeing that Tristan was not in still in bed with her, but was instantly brought back to the irrational contentment she had been feeling when she woke up, in his place was two dozen tulips on the pillow and nestled in the rainbow of petals was a note hand written in Italian, she had no idea what it said but it made her smile. I went through the door, opened it and saw a man standing there. He came in front of the room at the precise time as planned !!!!! He was nearly in 30's and athletic… He was awaiting me to invite him in … I whisled him to wait for my signal and send him to the bathroom. He went to the bathroom, undressed and started waiting for my permission ....The magic think was, neither Rose and nore Zeynep did not know and even feel that there was a new visitor as they were so busy in fucking. I looked at.