“Tequila, huh?” she said, smiling slyly over the top of her glass. “I’ve done some pretty bizarre things under the influence of tequila.” �...�Shania, while you have every right, I’m quite sure bizarre behavior would lead to regrets tomorrow.” Her eyes grew wide and she looked square at me. “Say my name again,” she commanded. “I’m sorry? What?” “Say my name, Eric. Say it.” “Okay, okay.” I looked at the table where the now-empty bottle of bourbon sat. “Shania.” “No, dammit,” she said vehemently.. The next two days went by rather quietly. Stan and I went out to dinneragain on Thursday night. He wanted us to go out to dinner at least twotimes a week. He told me since we didn't date before I moved in with himwe should date after. He wanted me to know I wasn't just his sex pet, Iwas really his girlfriend. On Friday we went and had our pictures taken. I went first and satthrough several poses in three different outfits. Stan was lucky to onlyhave to sit through three poses in the same suit.. She now has this lover who she visits about once a week since he only lives about 6 miles from us, she spends several hours with him each meeting, and brings her cum filled pussy home to me each time to lick clean. She met with him last night, she was gone longer than usual, but I didn’t care, I was excited for the fact that she was getting fucked good and hard by a 9 inch cock that is as thick as a coke can, anyways, she left about 6:00 pm and came home about 3:am, she woke me up and told me. A few meters to the right of the massage table was a shower with a window overlooking the vast blue ocean, the room was amazing! In her excitement, she jumped on the couch and laid on her back on the comfortable, black leather. She laid there for almost ten minutes before she started to feel a bit sleepy. Eventually she closed her eyes and almost fell asleep naked on the couch. Right before she fell into a deep sleep, she felt someone sit on the couch next to her and gently caress her huge,.