”“Yeah, I get it. If I offer more than you expect, then you grab it, and if I offer less, you say no.”I said nothing.“I promise to love and ch...erish you for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health till death do us part.”“That’s nice, have I heard that before somewhere?”“That’s why I got the dress out, to remind me, remind both of us. I want to add something, but I have to ask you a question.”“Okay.”“Do you want me to give up the hall pass thing?”“No, well not unless. One more finger and that tight little pussy is gonna overflow. Just one more finger, oh God, so fucking tight. C’mon Baby, slide that thumb in there, yes bitch take it. OH YESS! FUCK! That’s it, that’s it. Oh God, I’m cumming….” As I watch the last of her five fingers disappear into her dripping cunt, I hear her pronouncement of impending orgasm. I continue to watch as she descends from the high. “Do you feel better now, whore?” “A little bit, but I’m still quite. With gestures, Carol asked the girl to follow her into the back of the house, to the master bedroom. "You stay here and keep an eye on Chrissie," she told me.That wasn't difficult. Chrissie knew me, and liked me, well enough, and she was at least past the age of peeing on me while I held her in my lap or bounced her on my knee.After almost a half-hour, Carol and Margarita emerged from the bedroom. The young girl had showered and a bit of Carol's makeup had been applied, and there was a little. The director yelled “CUT,” said the take was good, and called shooting for the day. The cast dispersed and the crew began shutting down the set.“We can edit out your cheer, Contessa.” Compton turned to her and said. “I thank you again for the promotion. And I’m still sorry about how it’s come about. Eliot was a nice guy.”“Yeah, he was.” Helen responded, never being entirely sure how to handle condolences. She hadn’t really had time to mourn her mother before being whisked into the foster care.