“Another smoke Mr Frank?” she asked, Emily did like getting high and if that was the effect it has on her then I am in no way complaining, “My p...anties are so wet now” she declared and my suggestion of taking them off was met with approval and before long she was sitting on the sofa totally naked, legs slightly apart exposing a wet bush, she looked so sexy.“You are so overdressed Mr Frank” she said looking at me sitting there in my boxers and I guess I was so I stood up in front of her, a slight. Half way done, I felt the girls hunger, and left the computer to start supper.As I got to the kitchen, I smelled something good. A large roast was just being put into the oven, from the microwave. Chris and Nova were pealing potatoes and carrots. Blue was guiding the young girls in how to set the table. Out the window, the first white flakes of snow were just starting to cover the ground. Looking across the landscape, I saw a pickup winding its way through the trees, to the back of the house. I. Instead of smooth glass, hers was covered in dull spikes. She always rocked in her seat, grinding the spikes inside her. She was doing it even now while she nursed her baby boy, Zander. For whatever reason, their father was prone toward making girls instead of boys. She bore his first son which set her apart, but the only special treatment she wanted was a higher level of punishment.Her body was covered in red welts, dark bruises, fresh scratches & cuts, and dull scars. At 12 years old, she. Brigitte immediately understood what she meant by off the menu.But she dutifully pointed out the specialities. She also dwelt on the fresh délices du marché. She felt herself smile beyond the call of duty. And she noticed how she started to respond to the cool and easy gaze of the woman. The husky voice seemed to tighten its control with every new word. It caught her in a soft web. It subtly wove a cocoon of intimacy.Brigitte returned to bring the wine, the entrée and the dessert. And each time.