I requested a room for my postulant from Lord Grant, and he reacted as if I'd asked to take his manservant with me to bed. I glanced at Megan and her ...expression had settled into her new 'everything is beneath me' look. When he opened his mouth to deny my simple request, I snapped."I don't care if you have to sleep in the streets with your slaves! My postulant is to have her own room. Not one with your servants. Her. Own. Room," I stated with my eyes boring into his. I wanted to make sure that. I looked around and out the large glass windows to realize my little town was all but dead. I could tell the rest of the night was going to be slow, so I put down the book and decided to work on some cleaning and get ready to close, hoping to get out at a decent time that night. I picked up the six pack of lemonade to return it to the cooler. I was still a bit puzzled by it, I looked at it. I had tried beer before, and never could get past the taste, and I was given a shot of vodka once, and it. "... I woke up to find myself sprawled out on the sofa in my flat. I sat up too quickly, causing my head to spin. "Dad?" I called out as I clutched my head. A few moments later he appeared with a glass of water. He sat down beside me and handed the glass to me. I immediately gulped it down. "How are you feeling?" He put one arm over my shoulders. "Terrible," I mumbled. "Remind me to never take you out again." He chuckled. "Was I that bad?" I asked. He nodded his head. "You were jumping on the. She slept on, unaware, bare breasted to the night. In fact, when the soft brush of her bedroom door across her carpet whispered into the air, she still slept on. His cock was hard as soon as he laid his eyes on her, his eyes feasting on her puckered pink nipples and her lush, pouting and temptingly open mouth. He had agonised on the way to her house in his car about how to start, but the thought of driving his cock between those lips settled the problem for him. Stealthily he crept towards.