I smiled broadly. “Come over here.”She bounced out of her chair and was in front of me in a flash.“Take off your shirt. Sluts don’t get to wea...r clothes unless their Daddy gives them permission.” I ordered.Her shirt was on the floor in record time. I admired her firm teenage tits, topped with hard nipples that pointed up slightly. It reminded me of the lyrics from “Night Moves”: She had points of her own, way up high. Up firm and high.Continuing down her thin body, past her flat abs, my eyes. Technology had facilitated them yet again, as he'd booked a room at the InterContinental right there at the terminal building, online.'I'm here, what room number are you in?' A simple sentence to text, but it took him four goes as he was running as fast as he could without making a spectacle of himself. Quick as a flash, came her reply, '314, a spare key is waiting for you at reception. Don't dither my pet.'His heart was pounding so loud he was certain the other passengers in the lift to the. . bad joke... Let me explain, Oscar Wilde wrote a fantasy novel called 'The Picture of Dorian Gray'..." I do remember, yes I do and Dorian Gray sold his soul to the devil," laughing quietly at Jack's humour allowed me to settle down."Well what did you want me to do for you," Jack asked."I wondered if you have heard of any confidence tricks that resemble what I have told you." No. Nothing like that all Paul, in my opinion the staging of such a fraud would confront impossible odds." So as far as. She had been dreading the pairing-off she knew Katherine had to do, but wasn't about to volunteer. Sure, she would help Katherine if asked. She had only hoped that the time would come later, much later.Katherine engaged her mother with her eyes. "It is time to take up a subject," Katherine said sadly, "that you and I have avoided for as long as we can. I think we cannot keep our heads in the sand any longer. We are going to the stars, Mom. Shall we go together? Will you bear my children's.