Her creamy thighs opened up a bit, allowing her father to see the wet crease of her pussy beneath the nest of her pussy-hairs."Don't forget your promi...se, Daddy," she said softly, blushing again."You mean my promise to lick your pretty little pussy?" Mark asked with a laugh. "Don't worry, baby. There's just no way I could ever forget something like that. I've really been looking forward to running my tongue up that tight little cunt-tunnel of yours!" Ohhhh, yeses, Daddy," Janie hissed."Yeah, I'm. He accepted the "medicine" without demur but made no further attempt to communicate with me. The tail-like tendril of his mane remained flaccid each time I approached. I left him alone otherwise, he seemed comfortable where he was and I didn't want to take the risk of moving him, and his chest wound was looking appreciably better by the end of the day.By late afternoon I'd accepted the situation well enough to at last turn my attention to the Tosca score. Scarpia enters about halfway into Act I. Sharifa was amazed to see it being drunk warm from the neck of the bottle by one of Nicola’s uncles as she entered the run-down house, which she thought of as tiny. It was the doubt on her friend’s face as she entered the house that reminded Sharifa of her obligations as a Royal Princess. She determined to be polite and not to behave outrageously, nor to show her friend up.The only false note all evening was when a neighbour’s son objected to a bodyguard staying with Sharifa while they were. "Hey, Rob, want me to come to the bathroom with you?"Rob blushed and everyone at the table laughed. "Yeah, yeah, fuck all you guys. I'm just out drinking you pussies." With face saved, Rob made his way to the back. He was blushing though, and nervous, he felt much more drunk then he should have been. He wasn't in a 'beer drinking' mood, and he was constantly pouring beer for everyone else, to make them think he was leading the charge with the beer drinking, when he was really lagging way.