I looked at them and saw the first was for Mr. Bedwin, then one for Nancy Evans and the third, the biggest, had the memo line that said, ‘Merry Chri...stmas to Stuart and Sarah.’ It was for $11,500!“Dad, we didn’t have anything to do with your ‘million-dollar house?’” I said, after Sari saw it and shrieked again.“The last couple of days have been extraordinary, and I suspect it had a lot to do with the two of you, so ‘Merry Christmas’ from your mother and me. She told me that money would be better. I heard her say something about him being uncircumcised and that she had never seen a cock like before. It was about that time that they saw us emerge from the dark and Ginger instantly drew her hand back and tried to stammer an apology to me. I assured her it was okay and that I was glad to see her allowing herself to be more inquisitive and exploring. The four of sat, drank our drinks and talked about what had just happened and how we felt about it. I was shocked and pleased to hear. She was a shoo-in, unless she screwed up. Then our dear grandma, the Pride Matriarch would step in, and get rid of her. That’s what happens to bad leaders in our community. It didn’t make sense to me that the Chthonian Pride would waste their time by trying to assassinate me. My father Franklin Guillaume didn’t think much of me. Especially since my birth pangs were the death throes of my mother, Alpha Female Beatrice Oberon Guillaume. The fact that I came out as a bisexual man during my. Teresa was stood in the doorway she was wearing just black stocking and heels. Before i could say anything Teresa said,"I've had a great time Tom, and you've learnt VERY well. So its time for your prize."She sat on the bed and we kissed slowly, our tongues flicking in and out of each other mouth, hands roaming, I noticed her nipples became very hard very quickly. Her hand softly stroked my cock, it quickly got very hard. "Do you want your prize Tom?" she asked"What is it?" i knew what i was.