Jean seemed nervous. Her hands were a bit shaky as she took the first sip of her drink and sat it down. Something was definitely bothering her. I lean...ed forward, reached out, and cupped both of her hands with mine. I could feel her shaking.“Jean,” I said, “whatever it is you want to ask me, it’s OK. Take your time and relax. You can ask me anything. I may, or may not answer, but go ahead and ask.” She took another sip of her drink and said, “Do you think I look OK?”I truthfully told her, “You. "Ai, what is Aine doing." Concubine Aine is lying on the bed in the room you designated as hers," the AI said. "She is currently shouting at the wall. Would you like to listen in?"I cringed. "Go ahead." What the fuck! I finally get the perfect guy. He's too young to want to dominate me. All I should have had to do was show him my pussy and he'd follow me and obey my every whim. Instead I get some cocksucker who tells me he wants lovemaking. What the fuck is that? Men don't want tenderness. They. She gathered up the groceries she'd picked up from the store on the way home and made her way to the house. She opened the door to find a kitchen chair sitting out of place in the entryway. Straight away she knew what this meant. On the upright of the chair was a note. She ignored it, walking straight past the chair and its contents, lugging the groceries to the kitchen. After settling in for a few moments. Kat returned to the chair sitting in the hallway and read the note. It was from Alex,. ..Pete: Will you let up, it's a fuckin' inflatable sheep!Carrie: Did someone say fuck? I wanna fuck!Charles: People! People! Calm down. Let's act like civilized humans. Go on, Bob.Bob: Thank you. Anyway, Sheepy-Poo looked so good dressed as a schoolgirl in her plaid skirt that I took pictures of me and Sheepy-Poo and put them on the net. She looked even better than in her French maid outfit. I sang "Mary Had A Little Lamb" to her over a nice candlelight dinner I made. I made all her favorites.