" I checked the card, "Cameron Laydon?" Yes," the nice looking normal man who was a psychiatrist held out his hand, "You must be Jesse. Alec said you ...were tall. Come on in." Dr Laydon led me into a little square foyer with black and white tiles and then opened the door to his left. His office-cum-therapy room was neat and soft and sort of manly. There were a couple of tall glass fronted bookcases with little lead lined windows; a big leather arm chair; a desk, maybe oak of some other. A muscled arm came through the door. Her silk PJ’s werehanging from the hand at the end of the arm. "Here you go," came his deep voice. When she came out of the bathroom Claire knew her nipples were stillspiked. This time it wasn't from the cold. It was because she needed tobe fucked. Admitting that to herself didn't do any good. She wanted tocover her breasts, but knew that would only make it more obvious. Chuckwas back in his chair again, the book spread open on his lap. He lookedup at her. There were scrambled eggs and French toast too. “What the heck,” he chuckled.“I just wanted to say thanks for letting Kyle come and stay,” she beamed.“Is this what it’s gonna take to get breakfast every morning?”“Don’t be silly,” giggled the blue-eyed brunette.“Who said I was k**ding?”“Well, I’ll tell Kyle that his rent. Breakfast three days a week.”“Don’t worry about it. We’ll have to foot the bill.”“Matt…”“Sorry, Nic. I know the k**s’ll love him being here.”“They sure will. I gotta run,” she. "Steven, man, calm down. What Christie is trying to tell you is that we throw those parties. I've even had a photographer there several times for photo shoots." I about fell out of my chair. This couldn't be real. They had to be pulling my leg. I probed a bit to see if what I was hearing was true or their way of entertainment. I asked them when they got started, how many people were there, where the parties took place. And after each question was a well-formed answer, complete with all the.