I turned, staring at him and shivering at how handsome he was. I couldn't believe how lucky I was. Tonight was about more than me being a whore.He was... taking me an a date. It was almost like he was courting me. My heart fluttered as he offered me his arm. I walked with him through the house on my new heels. They were so high. It was so different to walk on them. They clicked and made my ass sway. “This is going to be so much fun, Daddy,” I purred. “Who is it? Who's the woman?”He just gave me a. Something that everyone else but the two of us was too busy to notice. Helen looked at me for a short while then looked thoughtful."My mum says I'm too young for his films," said Kitty looking annoyed, then sneaky, "course she doesn't know that I sneaked into her study and borrowed her vid collection." Hehe!" giggled Clare covering her mouth. No doubt she was involved in the hijinks.Then the bell rang breaking up our fun we waved goodbye and then headed off to humanities. That lesson was really. The streets were cleared by the end of the week so he mustered up the courage to face her. He took a taxi to her place. He felt so nervous about this encounter he almost told the driver to continue on.It was so cold outside. He rapped on the door and waited. Soon a young girl answered. She was in a servant's clothing. He didn't recall ever seeing her before. He reasoned she had been hired during his absence."I would like to see Miss Grace Wheaters please," he almost begged the girl. He saw a. One night he came over and we were watching a game when the power went off. Without power we decided to all play some poker by candle light. We sat around on the floor by the coffee table. It was fun having to try to see your cards in the dim light so we started drinking more and more. We all began to get pretty well drunk and talk turned sexual. We tried to get S to play strip poker but shed decline each time. S. went to the bathroom and R. told me shed be passed out soon. He made her a drink.