Province of money for Greggory Pallard had never been the issue in giving away the most luxurious gifts. Money for him, in some ways was a bore. Not because he didn’t love it. Of course he did. But, it was for another reason. Appreciation turned to be the key for this man’s sense of satisfaction. For him, it seemed after a while of wining, dining and bestowing bobbles, any woman he was with began to take it as a given that he was the golden goose to be plucked by just a hot and heavy tussle in satin sheets.
At the present, he wanted a break from an invisible box of what was expected of a single, male millionaire in his personal dealings with women.
Caren Barrett had become an intriguing detour for Greggory Pallard.
Greggory watched Caren from across the table as he sipped his wine thinking about how good it was just to enjoy her company without any unseen burdens, “You’re a far more fascinating woman than you give yourself credit for”.
Before tonight, Caren would have figured this man was drunk in saying that. She paused and looked around at the fanciful surroundings of the moment and softly smiled at him, “Takes fascination to know fascination”.
Drawn to Greggory’s body and mind, Caren was wonderfully aware of him returning the acknowledgment of similarity in magnetism.
(“He stripped my pretense and exposed my strength” – Caren Barrett)
After their supper of salmon, a violin trio began to play Mozart’s “Violin Concerto No. 3”, which was more than a perfect accentuation of a beautiful night under the stars.
On that restaurant rooftop during a candlelight dinner, Caren casually rested her head on Greggory’s shoulder as they slow danced.
Something about the night and this silence between them for a short spell got her mind jarred. Pallard may not have said a word about what would happen when the music stopped and they exited the restaurant, but Barrett felt a tinge of anxiety along her spine.
(“There was no doubt he would have me tonight. But, tomorrow would fascination with me be retained?” – Caren Barrett)
As the final strains of that melody wound down, this couple stopped dancing and Greggory Pallard let her know exactly how he wished this starry night to proceed, “You’re a passionate woman, Caren”, Pallard sighed, “And, I intend to explore the desire within you….”
He took her back to his place for a naughty nightcap.
In the sanctum of his bedroom, Greggory removed coral dress, unpinned brown curls and made Caren the focus of primal passion.
(“He could have any woman he wanted. He knew it and I know it. He wanted me, and, that is all I needed to know” – Caren Barrett)
She didn’t hold back anything to him, as he met her against tan, silk sheets. Not just gratitude flowed from this woman to him, but a scintillating sense of comfort being in his arms.
More than just the size of Gregg’s cock was proven to be larger than life for Caren Barrett.
For her, it was his mighty, mighty charm that hit all the right notes inside of her.
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Greggory Pallard and Caren Barrett were not looking for love or some grand romance; but, what they uncovered in each other was an adventure of the heart and soul, which was unexpected.
Life and relationships can be like a home cooked meal. But, sometimes something different was on fate’s menu. A.H. Scott delivers destiny in “Takeout
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