I got her bath ready and went back to the room to pick her up. I know her legs are a bit sore and I really don’t mind carrying her around. It’s my fault for twisting her into weird angles last night. But she is like a real-life fantasy for me to do with what I please. And the best part is that she loves everything I do. By the time we left the room, it was already after 11am and both our stomachs were protesting.
Dom walked into the dining room, so I caught up with him, while she went to get us something to eat. “Hey man, did you just get in?” “Yeah,” is all he answers. “You must've had a great night if you only got here now. But why do you look like someone killed your cat?” I ask, and he sighs and sits down at the table and I join him. “Beth and I ended things. You were right, she wante
