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   Sam, Lyla.  And The Society, part 2

   Chapter Four: Chatting with Mr.  B And his Girl Cunt.

   Sam Watson and his black cocker spaniel Blossom are at home on a warm
June day, he's logged onto The Society's website text chatting with his
online friends Mr.  B, and his twelve year old blond haired, blue eyed
live-in girlfriend, who uses the online nickname of Cunt.  All of The
Society member's young girlfriends have nicknames but Cunt is the most
outrageous name he's known since he joined The Society two years ago.

   His screen name is Mr.  W.  Most society members use the first initials
of their last names, and they always wear a mask for online anonymity.  Sam
always wears a black Lone Ranger mask.  Sometimes he adds a white cowboy
hat to complete his online secret identity.  The young girl-loving secret
society has somehow created this website so outside authorities can't track
where the site originates from, and most important who any of The Society's
rich and elite members are.  Today Mr.  B and Cunt have their webcam on so
he can see their masked faces.  Mr.  B's wearing a black mask covering his
face from above his eyes to the bridge of his nose.  He's an older looking
gentleman with balding gray hair and brown eyes.  Cunt is wearing a new
mask today, it's made of blue velvet complete with sparkling glitter
embedded around the outside edges of the mask.  Mr.  B and Cunt just
finished giving Sam a live private sex show.

   Sam masturbated while watching the show, wishing Lyla could've been
there with him.  Maybe she would've sucked his cock and swallowed his cum.
But instead of her being there, he masturbated using the soft pink cotton
panties he coaxed her into giving him for a keepsake, after her first visit
to his home.  Now the once clean panties are soiled with his cum.  He did
enjoy the feeling of the soft cotton wrapped around his cock, he fantasized
it was her tight cunt It was almost as good as the real thing.

   Mr.  B types a text message to Sam..."Did you enjoy the show Mr.  W?"

   Sam..."Yes.  That was fucking great, but I wish Lyla could've been here
to watch."

   Cunt..."I wanna meet her, we should all get together sometime.  I
enjoyed watching her suck your cock on the webcam video you posted.  That
was really hot.  Mr.  B and I especially enjoyed watching you eat her
pussy, she's so cute.  I wanna meet her personally so I can lick her pussy
real good myself.  Then let you and my Mr.  B fuck her.  You'd like that
wouldn't you Mr.  W?"

   Of course Sam likes that idea, but sadness almost overcomes him. 
Thoughts of never seeing her again weigh heavy on his mind.

   Sam replies..."I think I scared her off.  I haven't seen her in over 2
days."

   Cunt..."Awe don't worry, she'll be back.  I just know she will."

   Mr.  B....  "We should meet sometime soon Mr.  W.  You've been a member
of The Society for 2 years, you've never been to one of our parties.  We
have an event coming up next month in an undisclosed location.  I want to
meet you, call this number and we'll discuss where we can meet."

   Sam quickly jots down his online friend's phone number.  He's been
wanting to meet Mr.  B and Cunt for a long time.  Now he'll soon get his
chance.

   Chapter Five.  Loving Lyla.

   Meanwhile at Lyla's rundown rental home she's finishing up her last load
of laundry.  Two days ago she came back from Sam's house, it was late and
her mother was awake waiting impatiently for her young daughter to return
home.  She was angry at Lyla, not for getting home late but for not
finishing a massive amount of chores she ordered her to do just so she
could take a nap.

   Now Lyla's been grounded at home since then for not doing her chores,
this is the reason she never called Sam or went to see him.  And another
reason is, she's a apprehensive about him and the sexual pleasures he gave
her.  Like all of us she's been taught by her elders and the media to
beware of men like Samuel Watson.

   Her mother took unprescribed pain pills, now she's fast asleep in her
bedroom.  Before the lazy uncaring woman retreated to her bed she back
handed Lyla across her cheek for what she called mouthing off.  Now Lyla's
thinking of Sam and how nice he was to her, and she's thinking how good the
grown mans tongue and fingers felt when he played with her cunny and licked
her so nicely between the legs.  She thinks to herself.  I should call Sam,
he's the only friend I have in Windy City, he's probably mad at me for not
calling him.

   She picked up a load of towels and carried them to a small bathroom, as
she places them one by one into a cabinet near the toilet.  She looks into
a mirror, placing her fingertips to her bruised cheek she remembers being
knocked to the floor by the brute force of her mother's slap.  The slap
didn't hurt as much as the painful words her mother spoke as she sat on the
floor looking up at the drug crazed woman.

   "I should've aborted you, giving birth to you was just one big
mistake!!"

   Her mother turned away closing her bedroom door behind her, without an
apology for her cruel remarks.  The words Sam told her at the park come to
mind as she wipes tears from her pretty face.  "You're absolutely not a
mistake." Is what she remembers him saying.  His words made her feel
wanted, she smiles thinking of the kindly tall handsome man.  His salt &
pepper gray hair, and especially the gentle way he touched her even though
it was sexual touch.

   She thinks of the way his lips felt when he kissed her, and the way his
tongue felt when he licked her cunny.  Slipping her hand under the
waistband of her Barbie pajama pants, she thinks of him and the way he
fingered her pussy during the short time she spent with him.  Almost right
away her virgin sex begins tingling with pleasure.

   She closes her eyes seeing Sam's smiling face and his kind warm brown
eyes.  She pretends her tiny fingers are his fingers, it feels so good.  As
she masturbates she remembers him saying.  "If you want to talk, just call
me." Her breathing intensifies her knees begin to shake.  She almost fell
as she came.

   "Oops giggle.  Mmm, that sure felt good," she says softly.  "I'm calling
Sam, I hope he's not mad at me."

   With thoughts of Sam on her mind, she quickly left the bathroom, picked
up a portable phone then slipped into her own bedroom.  Where she dialed
the number he gave her before she left his house two days ago.

   Sam's in his kitchen making lunch, he's not really hungry.  It seems
he's lost his appetite.  He can't get the eleven year old girls angelic
face off his mind, he keeps thinking of her curly shoulder length dark
brown hair, and those damn hypnotizing hazel brown eyes.  He longs to kiss
her sweet lips once more, including the soft pink folds of her pussy as
well.

   It's so quiet in the kitchen, his body lurches when the silence is
broken by the loud ringing of his home phone.  He quickly answers it. 
"Hello Sam Watson here!!" he says in a friendly tone.  There's a long pause
at the other end of the line, then he hears her sweet voice.  "Hi Sam." Is
all she says, but her simple reply makes his heartbeat quicken and his
pulse race.

   "Well hi Lyla...Oh baby, I thought you'd never call.  How're you doing
today sweetheart?!!"

   His kind voice makes her smile,and causes her mother's cruel remarks to
fade away.

   "I'm doing Ok....I guess?" she says meekly.

   "You don't sound ok sweetheart," he says, hearing sadness in her voice.

   "My mom got mad at me, she said I mouthed off to her.  She slapped me,
and then went to bed." What she told him, made his blood boil.  He heard
her sigh.

   "Sam can I come over to your house?"

   "Why sure baby girl, come on over.  Blossom and I have really been
missing you since your last visit." He slipped his left hand down to his
crotch as he speaks with her thinking of the sweet girl on the other end.
He grows hard in anticipation of seeing her smiling dimpled cheeks, her
curly brown hair, and those mesmerizing hazel eyes.  Fantasies of lifting
her off her feet at the doorstep, pulling her inside then kissing her
passionately as he carries her to his bedroom flash through his mind.  He
quells his thoughts telling her.

   "Hurry over, I'm making lunch.  Are you hungry?"

   She giggled.  "Yes.  I'm starving.  I'll be over soon.  Bye!"

   Her voice seemed a bit happier before she quickly disconnected.  The
happy tone in her sweet voice made him smile.  He thinks of Mr.  B and his
girl Cunt, he wants to tell them both the good news.  Now he's so excited,
without thinking he screams out.

   "Yeehaw.  Lyla's coming over.  Yeehaw!!" Now he feels like a teenage boy
finding out, the high school prom queens coming to see him and no one else.

   Chapter Six: Having Lyla For Lunch

   Sam didn't change out of his gray Chicago Cubs sweatpants.  But he did
give his forty-five year old face a quick shave.  He also gave his body a
quick spit bath, making sure to wash his cock and balls.  He doesn't want
Lyla thinking he's a filthy old man, if she should end up with her sweet
lips wrapped around his cock once again.

   "Ding.  Dong" Hearing his doorbell ring, he ran towards the door feeling
like a teenager instead of the forty year old man he really is.  As he ran
to the door, he slipped into a dark blue tank top T-shirt.  Opening the
door he's speechless seeing the way Lyla dressed herself .

   Today her curly brown hair is tied back into a ponytail, held back with
a yellow hair band.  She's wearing a multi colored checkered print midriff
blouse, she tied the midriffs shirttail; just above her bellybutton.  Below
that, she's wearing very snug fitting faded blue denim shorts.  She's had
these shorts since she was ten, her body's grown considerably since then.
They fit her body so tightly she can't snap the top button.  The unbuttoned
shorts expose, just a hint of pink and yellow panties.

   "Well come on in sweetheart.  Don't just stand there!" She smiles
sweetly looking up at her tall adult friend as she steps inside.  As she
steps past him, he notices there's a midsize blue and pink Barbie backpack
strapped to her back.

   "What's in the backpack Lyla.  Are you planning on staying a while?"

   She turns to him, seeming hesitant to answer.  "I'm...running away from
home Sam.  Can I stay here with you," she begs.  "Please: Can I stay with
you.  I don't have anywhere else to go!!"

   Tears began streaming down her sweet face.  He quickly knelt down
pulling the sobbing girl to his body.  Folding his arms around her he pats
her gently on the back.

   "Sure baby girl.  You can stay with me."

   It suddenly sinks in, now his fantasy is coming true.  He silently
thanks god, or whoever it was that sent this sweet angel to him.  He lifts
her up in his arms, her sobs turn to childish laughter of joy.  He holds
his hands under her firm preteen butt cheeks, letting the fingers of his
right hand slip between her legs.  He looks into her eyes, telling her.

   "Kiss me like we kissed a couple of days ago."

   She smiles and giggles.  "Just liked a boyfriend kisses his girlfriend
kind of kiss," she says.

   "Yes just like that," he says before placing lips over hers.

   To his delight she never forgot the quick French kiss lessons he gave
her in his kitchen two days ago.  When she feels his tongue touch her lips,
she parts them letting her tongue dance with the much older man's tongue.
The kiss seems to last forever.  She feels the same warm tingling sensation
flowing from somewhere deep within her young body.  Her earlobes tingle,
her breasts feel flush and warm.  And her favorite thing of all about
kissing, she feels little electric shocks of pleasure raging deep within
her cunny.

   Sam doesn't bother taking her to his kitchen for lunch.  All he can
think about now, is pulling her sexy tight fitting shorts from her young
body, then burying his face between her legs, to devour her virgin sex like
a wild passionate starving animal.  Without a word, he carries her to his
bedroom.  Once there he lets her down to the floor.  She stands before him,
seeing him drop to his knees in front of her.

   "What are you doing?" she asks.  He doesn't speak he kisses her, letting
his hands slid to the unbuttoned snap of her faded denim shorts.  She
doesn't stop him as he slowly pulls her shorts down, along with her pink
and yellow panties.  "I wanna kiss you all over your sweet little body, but
I can't do that if you're dressed.  Let me take all your clothes off."

   She giggled when he began slowly unbuttoning her multi colored checker
print midriff blouse.  Looking her in the eyes he tells her.

   "As you can see Lyla.  I've really been missing you."

   She replies nervously.  "I've missed you too!"

   He slipped her blouse from her shoulders, and then leaned back admiring
her developing body.  "You are so beautiful Lyla." He says standing up
smiling down at his young lover.  "Now help me undress." She laughs
nervously, not expecting his request.  "Um...Ok!" is all she can say.

   His Chicago Cubs sweatpants are tied in place by a thick string located
at the waistband.  Her fingers shake nervously touching the loose ends of
the bowtie knot.  With one tug the knot came undone.  She looks up, not
sure what to do next.

   "Come on sweetheart, pull my pants down.  I wanna be naked just like
you."

   She giggles childishly while quickly tugging the grown mans pants down.
He's not wearing underwear, his semi erect cock sprung out.  He laughs
seeing his young friends eyes open wide at the sight of his stiff prick.

   "Go ahead baby.  Touch it," a devious thought came to mind.  "As a mater
of fact.  It needs a kiss."

   She surprises him.  Quickly taking hold of it with both hands, she began
playing with his cock and balls.  What really amazes him, is when she gave
the sensitive head of his cock a kiss.  She's short of course, at least 4'8
maybe taller, he's not sure.

   "Do you want me to suck it?" she asks smiling up at him.

   Her sudden childishly sweet question took him off guard slightly.  His
reply was hesitant.  "Yes, yes baby.  I do want you to suck it."

   She looked back at the computer chair across the room, at first he
thinks she's changing her mind.  But he's relieved seeing her quickly run
to get the chair then bring it back to where he's standing.  She sat down
leaned over, took his now completely hard member in one hand, using that
hand to guide his cock to her mouth.  As she wraps her lips around his
shaft, she guides her freehand to those things in the wrinkled up bag of
skin, he calls nuts.

   "Ahhh yes Lyla baby.  You are a very fast learner, aren't you?" The
warmth of his young lovers lips on his cock flesh send immediate sensations
of pleasure to his mind body and soul.  He doesn't speak at all, because
she doesn't seem to need the same instructions he gave her a few days ago.

   Lyla's taste buds quickly learn to accept the somewhat salty flavor of
his cockflesh.  She likes the soft feeling of his large testicles; of which
she's now gently fondling using her left hand.  Her right hand is almost
too small to wrap all the way around the man's cock shaft.  As she sucks
it, she wonders why and how it ever got so hard.

   She tasted sweet salty juices flowing from the tip of his cock.  She
remembers the taste of the white sticky stuff he leaked into her mouth
during her first ever blow job.  But the flavor of the clear liquid leaking
from his cock is different than that: It's not as salty, as the white
stuff. "Mmm....Ahh." She hears him moan.

   But she didn't think he came yet, at least not like he did a few days
back.  She wants to make him cum like last time.  But most of all, she
wants to make him happy.  She loves making adults happy: It's just her
sweet nature to make people happy.  He suddenly speaks, interrupting her
thoughts.

   "You're doing so good baby.  But I don't wanna cum yet.  Stop sucking
me, ok sweetie." She stopped sucking him, pulling her lips away a long
sticky strand of clear precum stuck to her upper lip.  "Why, aren't I doing
it right?" she asks.

   "Oh, no baby.  You're doing it just right.  I just wanna teach you
something new, that's all." He took her by the hand, then pointed to the
bed.  "Lets go lay on the bed, I'll teach you what we adults call
sixty-nineing."

   "Sixty-nineing....What's sixty-nineing?" she asked confused.

   He loved her curious question.  "I'm going to lie on my back with my
head on the pillows.  When I lay down.  You climb up over me, kneeling with
your Tcunny over my face, facing towards my feet.  Once your sweet body's
in the right position, I'll lick and kiss your cunny, while you suck my
cock!"

   She watched him lay down, but she's still not quite sure what the adult
sex thing, called sixty-nineing is all about.  "Ok so I suck you while you
lick my coochy; right?"

   "Yes.  Now get your cute little ass up her girl,"

   She quickly did as he asked, he sounds angry.  She doesn't want her new
adult friend angry at her.  She wants to make him happy, she climbed on top
of his chest.  Her hand bumped his rock hard cock, it wiggled back an forth
like a palm tree in the wind.  As she climbs over him, Sam loves how soft
her skin feels, as her skin caresses his chest.  He guides her ass and
pussy closer to his face and mouth.

   "Now start sucking me again sweetheart.  I'll be busy down here, eating
your sweet pussy."

   He kissed her pussy, she giggled.  He loves making her giggle. 
"Mmm...Your pussy is so sweet!!"

   After exclaiming her sweetness, he gave her instructions for a proper
blow job.

   "Ok Lyla, while you're sucking me, I want you to occasionally lick and
suck my cock like it's a lollypop.  Stop sucking and stroking it from time
to time, run your tongue and lips up and down the length of my shaft. 
Pretend you're licking an ice cream cone.  Once you learn to suck me like
this, you'll officially be a fantastic little cock sucker."

   To his amazement she gave what he told her a try, without any further
instruction.  "Like this?" she said before licking her wet tongue down the
length of his seven inch shaft.  Towards the hilt of his cock; just above
his thick black pubic bush, she gave his cock a kiss.  He felt a small
orgasm occur when she did this.

   "Ahhh...Yes baby girl.  Just like that.  Now get to work girl," he says
playfully slapping her pert round ass cheek.  Eeek "Hey why'd you spank
me?"

   He kissed her pussy, giving it a quick lick before telling her.

   "That wasn't a spanking sweetheart.  That, was a love tap."

   That being said he began licking and sucking her sweet preteen pussy. 
Once again he savored the flavor of her sex.  The taste and scent of her
musky sweet little girl sweat; with just a slight taste of bitter urine. 
It almost made him cum too soon in her mouth.  Her young body quickly
responds to his sensual oral attention.

   The electric tingling sensations she'll soon learn to call orgasms, rush
up from between her legs to her sensitive nipples, all the way up to her
earlobes.  These strange, but good feeling make it almost too hard for her
to concentrate on pleasing Sam with her mouth and tongue.  But she keeps
her inexperienced mouth on his cock.  She sucks it then kisses and licks
the shaft, just like her boyfriend told her to.

   Sam responds to the feeling of her mouth lips and tongue, thrusting his
hips upwards.  He doesn't stop sucking and licking the young girl's pussy,
making sure to give her developing clit lots of special attention.  Her
body responds to his attention, unknowingly pushing harder against his
invading tongue.

   He sees her perfect little brown and pink asshole and decides it's time
to teach his young lover about the pleasures of anal stimulation.  He has
future plans to fuck her tight asshole, but first he needs to get her anus
acquainted to his fingers being stuffed deep inside.

   Lyla is doing her best to make him happy with her mouth lips and tongue:
And he seems to be enjoying what she's doing.  Suddenly she feels his
tongue, licking her anus.  She feels one of his fingertips pushing deeper
and deeper inside her tight virgin sphincter.  "Ugh..Hey what are
you....doing?"

   He keeps pushing his finger deeper.  "I'm teaching you something new. 
Don't worry baby, just relax your butt hole."

   "Okay!!" she says meekly.  The feeling of his index finger stuffed deep
inside her asshole began to feel good.  She also likes the way his wet
tongue feels when he licks her once around her anus, then back to her
tingling cunny.  Becoming used to this newly fond adult kink she went back
to work, licking, sucking, stroking and kissing her boyfriends cock.

   She thinks to herself.  "Boyfriend.  I like having a boyfriend, even
though he's old enough to be my daddy."

   These thoughts make her cum, Sam feels her body shiver.  He knows she's
cumming, but he's not ready to stop pleasuring her yet.  He wants to make
her young body addicted to sexual pleasure.  Sexual pleasure for young
girls is one of The Society's main goals.He read a blog on The Society's
website once. It was written by Mr.B.  The blog was titled. Teaching
Promiscuity to Young Girls.  He stated in his blog:The outside world,the
moral majority as I like to call them. They say:When young girls are
molested,they often become promiscuous.They say the girl grows up
continually looking for someone to satisfy her sexual needs.I say to all
of our Society members. Teach promiscuity to your young lovers.It's what
all mankind needs these days.I believe: A world full of promiscuous human
beings, is a much better than a world full of war mongering murdering human
beings anytime.

   With the memory of Mr. B's blog on his mind.  Sam began vigorously
fingering Lyla's anus.  While licking sucking and fingering her sopping wet
cunt at the same time.  She's totally enjoying the attention.  He knows her
so called mother, and most likely any other friends or family members she
knows most likely never show much of any kind of affection to this sweet
young girl.  As he pleasures her to the fullest, he thinks to himself.

   "If affection and attentions what she needs.  I'll give her much more
then she can handle."

   He wets his middle finger, then inserts this finger into her tight
asshole, along with the index finger he's been fingering her with since
they began.  She feels it push in, she feels pain, but the pains followed
by an earth shattering orgasm.  She's sucking his cock to an orgasm as
well. As her body rocks and shivers to an orgasm, so does Sam.  His balls
tighten, he releases his seed down Lyla's throat.  She gags but swallows
every drop of creamy cum.

   "Ohhh...yeah Baby girl, suck it all up!!" he exclaims, thrusting his
hips fucking her mouth, wishing her mouth was actually her tight virgin
pussy.  He kept finger fucking her tight butt hole as well.  Her body
responds, rocking into the feeling of two long fingers thrusting and
twisting inside.

   She can't take the mix of pain and pleasure anymore.  Sam's spent cock
drops from her mouth.  Cum ran down her chin.  "Sam, please stop," she
begs. He took both fingers out, then stuck them in his mouth enjoying her
pungent sweet taste.

   "Sorry babe.  But, did you like it?" he asks.  "Turn around.  Come and
cuddle with me for a while.  I think cuddling after having sex is the best
part.  Especially if it's with someone you love."

   She took her time moving her spent body around.  She feels weak; no more
like completely drained of energy.  Her anus feels a little sore, but it's
not agonizing pain.  She looked Sam in the eyes.  "Did you put two fingers
in my butt?"

   He smiled broadly.  "Yes.  Did you like it?"

   She scrunched her nose up.  "I liked it, but...its kinda disgusting.  I
poop from that hole."

   "Oh come on babe.  I know you liked it," he pats his chest.  "Lay your
head down.  You've had a rough day, its time you relax for a while." She
laid her head on his shoulder, he inhales the intoxicating sweet floral
shampoo scent of her curly brown hair.  "Lyla," he says.  "What Sam?" she
asks curiously.  He stroked her soft hair.  "I love you," he says softly.
She doesn't reply.

   "That's ok babe," he said.  "I heard someone say once.  You say it best,
when you say nothing at all."

   They're both too exhausted to get out of bed.  Before long, they both
fade off to sleep.  The floral scent of her hair causes him to dream: He's
laying in a field of lavender, there's a sweet young girl with curly brown
hair cuddling with him laying her head on his shoulder.

   Chapter Seven: Calling Mr.  B

   They fell asleep sometime after 1:30 pm.  Its now around 6 pm.  Sam woke
suddenly, finding the girl of his dreams sleeping quietly beside him. 
She's still laying her head on his shoulder.  As he comes awake he thinks
of calling Mr.  B.  He's almost dying to tell him, Lyla ran away from home
today and now she's sleeping completely nude in his bed.

   He feels the need to actually meet this mysterious gray haired balding
man, and his pretty young preteen girlfriend, with the degrading screen
name of Cunt.  He lifts Lyla's head from his shoulder gently places it on
his pillow, then slowly climbed from bed.

   He found his gray sweatpants lying on the floor.  Not wanting to wake
Lyla, he creeps barefoot from the room.  Once dressed he lets his cocker
spaniel Blossom out into his fenced in back yard.  The cute little spaniel
ran out quickly, she's been holding a full bladder for almost six hours
now. He found his portable phone sitting on a table in the living room. 
Out of curiosity he decides to look up the area code, curious to see where
Mr.  B and Cunt live.

   The area code turns out to be a Long Island area code.  Nowhere near
Windy City Illinois.  He decides no matter what, its time he personally
calls his long time online Society member friend.  He sat down, because his
knees are shaking.  There's something intriguingly mysterious about Mr.  B.
He dialed the number then waited for an answer.

   It rang through for what seems an eternity.  He was about to hang up
when suddenly he hears a young English preteen girls voice.  "Hello...May I
ask who's calling," the girl says.  Could this be the girl he only knows as
Cunt.  He's never heard her voice before.  They've only chatted back and
forth using the key boards of their computers.

   "Hi sweetheart.  My name's Mister W.  Is Mister B home tonight?" he says
trying to be pleasant for the girl.  Her cockney English accent sounds out
as she spoke.

   "Oh me lord.  You're the mysterious but sexy Mister W.  Mr.  B has been
waiting impatiently for you to call love.  Hold on I'll fetch him for you."

   Her childish English accent turns him on, he finds himself wishing he
could listen to her cockney accent all day, especially if he were lying
naked in bed with this sweet young blue eyed blond.  He hears her voice
yelling to someone in the background.  Suddenly he hears a man's voice
speaking nearby.

   "Daddy, it's Mister W.  He called.  Isn't this marvey Daddy?" He heard
what the sweet girl said about him, his cock began to swell.  The man spoke
ruining his fantasy.

   "Hello Samuel Watson, its damned nice of you to call." said the man. 
Sam hears more of a refined English gentlemen when Mister B speaks.  And it
bothers him severely, that the man knows his full name.

   "How do you know my name?  I've never told you or anyone else on the
site my name!"

   He's hesitant to stay on the phone, and he thinks of hanging up.

   "Don't worry Sam.  Please understand sir, as a high ranking member of
The Society, it's my job to learn as much about our members as possible. 
After all Sam, you know as well as I we must be careful in this world of
old fashioned conservative cavemen who think they run this world of ours."

   Sam quickly finds himself agreeing with Mr.  B's open minded philosophy.

   "Yes sir, you're right.  We should be careful." said Sam.

   "Sam.  May I ask, if your pretty brown haired girlfriend ever turned
up?" said Mr.  B.  "I truly enjoyed that video you posted.  She's a lovely
girl."

   "Ha...Yes.  As a matter of fact she did.  She came over today.  She told
me, she's running away from home.  She had an argument with her drug addict
mother.  The bitch slapped her.  When her mother took a nap, she packed a
bag and came to my place." Sam laughed.  "Now, she's completely naked,
sleeping peacefully in my bed."

   Mr.  B chuckled.  "Jolly good my boy, you sound happy as a lark," he
cleared his throat and became serious.  "Sam, I want to help you adopt,
your young lady friend.  You see, most all Society members adopt their
girls: Most at a very young age.  As a matter

   of fact, I adopted my girl Maggie when she was just eight years old.  Of
course, I did this after giving a hefty donation to the orphanage she was
staying at: And also, just a little help from some friends in The Society.
You see Mister Watson, The Society has members in some very high places,
even the bloody Church,"

   "Now Sam, just give me any information you have about her mother.  If my
hunch is correct, her drug addict mum will give her little girl up to you
without question.  But for a good price, I assume."

   Sam replies doubtful, that her mother would basically just give up her
own child.

   "I don't know if adopting her is possible Mister B, all this sounds to
good to be true."

   Mr.  B's reply came back sure and confident.  "Give me the woman's
address.  By the time we meet come Friday, you'll have custody of the
girl."

   He gave the man all the information he knew of Lyla's mother, with one
more question.  "How much will this cost.  I'm a wealthy man, but I'm not
exactly a billionaire," said Sam.  But the thought of becoming Lyla's legal
guardian, did sound extremely good.

   "I know you can afford it Sam.  You love this girl right?" said Mr.  B.

   "With all my heart." said Sam.

   "Then get used to having the lass call you daddy, because once our
friends in The Society start the wheels rolling on this Mister Watson,
you'll be a very happy father by Friday.  You have my word on that."

   "If The Society can help, that'll be great," said Sam.  "And if they do
Mister B, I'll let you spend a little quality time with Lyla.  She can call
you uncle B, how does that sound?"

   Mr.  B laughed.  "Her name's Lyla, I've always liked that name.  Well
yes my boy, I'd love for her to call me uncle.  Especially when I'm
shagging the lass."

   He changed the subject.  "Now my boy, you won't need to give me your
address.  I already know that.  Now if everything goes as planned, Maggie
and I will be arriving in Windy City Friday morning.  I'll fly in on my own
Learjet then rent a car at the airport.  Oh and by the way Maggie has a
male Cocker, she wants to bring the little pooch.  She's been begging me
for a Cocker since she saw yours online a while back.  So what Maggie wants
Maggie gets you know!!"

   "Cool.  I guess my dog Blossom gets laid this weekend too," joked Same.
"And oh, by the way.  I'm glad you told me Cunts real name.  I just hope I
don't end up calling Maggie by her screen name by accident, I don't wanna
make her angry with me."

   Mr.  B let out a guttural laugh.  "No my boy.  She loves that name. 
Christ, she's the one who made the bloody name up....Ok Sam, Maggie and I
will see you and Lyla Friday.  One more thing lad.  Don't let her go home
to her mum.  Do whatever it takes to keep her at your home.  Spoil the girl
rotten.  Treat her like a princess."

   "That sounds good buddy.  I'm thinking of taking her to the mall, she
needs knew clothes.  I'll spoil her like that," said Sam.  "I'll see you
both Friday.  Goodbye for now." After hanging up, Sam sat back in the chair
watching the sun go down.  The thought of actually adopting Lyla seems
unreal, but it also excites him to think, she might soon call him daddy. 
He thinks of Mr.  B, and his powerful reach.  And the even more mysterious
Society.  A cold chill runs down his spine, as he thinks of how much they
know about him.

   Chapter Nine: Spoiling Lyla

   Sam woke up it's Wednesday morning, two days before Mr.  B and Cunt, or
should I say Maggie will arrive for a visit.  Lyla's sound asleep, he's
laying behind her in a spooning position.  His cock is hard again.  She's
still completely naked, the head of his cock is positioned nicely between
her firm round ass cheeks.  He slides his hand between her soft inner
thighs.  Right away he finds the lips of her vulva.  They feel puffy and
inviting.  She wakes slowly when she feels someone groping her pussy.

   She yawns and tries pushing his fingers away.  "Umm...where am I?" she
says in a groggy voice.  He kisses her on the corner of the mouth.

   "You're at my house.  Don't you remember, you ran away yesterday.  We
made love, I guess I wore your sweet little body out."

   He kissed her once more.  This time letting his lips caress hers, he
speaks softly.  "I want to fuck your sweet little ass," He kept fingering
her pussy, letting the tip of his index finger slip into her asshole.  Her
body responds the way he hoped it would.  She yawns, but spread her slender
legs letting his fingers play.  His lips Taress her earlobe, she likes how
it feels.  He whispers.

   "Wait here baby.  I have just what we need in the bedside drawer."

   He slid his nude body over hers then knelt down reaching inside a small
bedside drawer.  She watches him bring out a tube of anal lube, its brand
name is XXX anal lube, with pain reducer.

   "Get up on your hands and knees sweetheart.  You're going to love what I
do next!" his voice sounds slightly demented.  But she's heard this voice
before, she's learning to trust him.  "Ok, but why?" she says.

   "Like I said baby.  I'm going to fuck your sweet ass.  But don't worry,
my cock will feel even better then my fingers did last night."

   She slowly does as he asks.  Once again she feels as if she's under some
kind of magic spell.  Sam's kind voice, his sweet smile.  She can't seem to
resist him now.  Even though the thought of his thick hard cock being
forced up her tiny sphincter frightens her.

   "Ah yeah.  That'a girl.  Lyla baby, you have such a sexy ass." he
exclaims this sounding totally perverted, but his perverted tone of voice
turns her on.  Her legs tremble as she waits for Sam to make his next move.

   "I want our friends on the net to see how sexy your ass is.  We better
put our mask on."

   He comes back wearing his Lone Ranger mask, he gives her a mask.  It's
the one she made her Society debut in.  A girl's masquerade mask, complete
with sparkling silver sequins.  She put the mask on.

   "You look hot as hell in that mask baby.  No, don't move stay right
there.  I need to get the camera angle just right."

   He adjusts his digital camera on a stand near the bed.  "Ahh that's
great.  Ok lets fuck," he exclaims.  She's kneeling on the bed with her
sexy feet perched on the edge of the bed.  But still kneeling on her hands
and knees.  He loves how sexy she looks.  Her full round pure white ass is
sticking upward, just slightly.  Her back is arched perfectly.  He steps
behind her, then kneels on the floor, looking as if he's a slave master
getting ready to take his young preteen slave.

   She's kneeling on the bed, waiting for her master to take her anal
cherry.  She giggles, and moans feeling his lips and tongue touch the
sensitive flesh located between her cunt and asshole.  He licks her anus,
then her pussy, then back to her anus once more.

   "Sam, that's so dirty.  But I like it." He kisses her soft butt cheek.

   "You're being such a good girl for me today.  Being as you're such a
good girl, after you let me fuck your sweet ass, I'll take you shopping at
the mall.  I'll buy you anything you want."

   Of course this caught her attention.  "Anything I want?  Ok you can put
your penis in my butt, if you'll buy me anything I want."

   He suddenly thinks.  Maybe I chose the wrong words.  He squeezed a glob
of clear slippery anal lube in the crack of her ass.  "Hey, that's cold. 
What is that stuff," she gasps.

   Sam laughed.  "Its butt fuck lube girl.  Now here's something else I
want you to do."

   She looked back, her body tenses feeling something warm and hard
pressing against her anus.  "What do you want me to do?" she asks
curiously.

   "I want you to talk dirty for me.  I want you to say things like, daddy
fuck my little girl ass.  I want you to talk like a slut for me: Can you do
that?"

   "Ok I guess I can talk bad for you." she said timidly.  Smack, he
spanked her once on the ass.  "Hey that hurt!" She yelped.

   He spoke assertively.  "If you want me to buy anything you want at the
mall, you'll have to say fuck my little girl ass.  You'll need to be really
dirty for me ok baby.  I love you, but I want you to do what I say."

   She feels his cock pressing in.  He watches his cock go inch by inch
inside her pinkish brown sphincter.  She grunts, he sees she has her pretty
hazel brown eyes closed.

   "Say It baby.  Say what I wanna hear," he says.

   He grunts pushing deeper.  She doesn't feel any serious pain, but she
does feel warm tingling sensations rushing through her cunny.  "Fuck My
little girl asshole Daddy," she says out loud.

   It's music to his ears.  He does as she asked, thrusting harder into
her.

   "Ok Daddy will fuck you harder.  Tell me little girl.  Are you daddy's
little slut."

   She has a hard time speaking, her body feels a mix of pain and pleasure.
"Yes I'm....Daddy's little slut..Ugh." He loves the way her tiny sphincter
squeezes his cock with every thrust.  He goes deeper, she feels his pubic
hair against her butt cheeks It tickles, instead of giggling she talks
dirty for him.

   "Fuck my ass daddy, ugh.  Fuck my ass."

   "Oh yeah.  My little Lyla's being a real good girl for daddy.  Say more,
you dirty little slut!"

   Before this, if someone ever called her a dirty slut, she might get mad,
or maybe runaway crying.  But for some reason, although his bad words
degrade her his degradations turn her on.  She doesn't quite understand
why, but this dirty talk makes her cum.

   "Fuck my ass Daddy." she says breathlessly.

   He fucks her harder, he feels his balls tightening.  Her young voice
saying such filthy things completely turn him on.  "Oh yes baby girl.  I
like fucking your little girl ass.  Tell me to cum in your ass baby, tell
me!"

   In a raspy tiny voice she exclaims his request.  "Cum in my ass...I want
you to cum in meee."

   "Here it comes baby....Ahh oh yes oh fuck yeah...oh fuck....ahhhh."

   Sam came so hard he fights to stand up.  Lyla feels all of his hot cum
gushing inside her once virgin ass, flooding her bowls.  She cums hard,
it's a different kind of tingling warm feeling.  The sensation rolls over
her body like a warm ocean wave.  She feels his cock flexing deep within
her bowels.  Her legs shake, her nipples feel warm.  Most of all her cunny
feels, hot wet and sticky.  Sam regains his senses, he feels sorry for the
way he talked to his little girl.

   But he knows she has to be taught, he knows the ways of The Society. 
Once again he remembers Mr.  B's blog.  Teach promiscuity to your young
lovers.  Said the mysterious Mr.  B.  So that's what he'll do with Lyla. 
He's going turn her into a preteen sex freak behind closed doors.  At the
same time, teaching her to be a sweet little girl for the outside world to
see.  He pulled out then fell on the bed beside Lyla, pulling her trembling
spent body to his.

   "You did really good baby.  Are you alright?  Did you like how my cock
felt inside your ass?"

   "It wasn't as bad as I thought it would be.  And, it was kinda fun
calling you daddy." she said breathlessly.  He kissed her cheek.

   "Today, being as you've been such a good girl for me.  I'm going to
treat you like a princess.  The first thing I'm going to do for you, is run
a nice bubble bath," he kissed her earlobe, she giggled.

   "If you don't mind, I'd like to bathe with you in the tub.  I'll wash
your sexy little body, till you're nice and clean.  Then after we bathe,
I'll take you to the mall.  I think it's time someone buys you a whole new
wardrobe.  Don't you think?"

   He kissed her on the lips.  Laying his hand over her bare chest, he
feels her heart beating faster when he kisses her.  He pulls away, but lets
his fingers play with her hard nipples.

   "You lay here for a while.  I'll go run us a nice warm bath.  How's that
sound sweetie?"

   She replies speaking softly, looking into his eyes.  "That sounds nice,
I like bubble bathes."

   Within twenty minutes he ran a perfectly warm bubble bath.  He and his
ex preteen girlfriend Sara used to take bathes together.  He keeps special
floral scented aromatherapy bubble bath soap, just for special occasions
such as this.  His bathroom is located just off from the bedroom.  He
stepped in to his room finding Lyla holding the pink panties she gave him
the first time they met.

   "Why are these panties I gave you all crusty and stained?" she said
curiously.  Holding them close to her face, she realizes what the crusty
stain is.

   "Is this cum?  Like the stuff that shoots from your penis when I suck
you?"

   Sam laughed.  "Yes, you guessed it.  I got lonely while you were gone.
Its kind of Mister B.  and his girl Cunts fault.  They gave me a live sex
show earlier today on The Society's website.  I wrapped them around my cock
and jerked off pretending I was having sex with you."

   He enjoyed watching her sniff them before scrunching her nose up then
tossing to the floor.  "That's kind of weird Sam!!" she said giving him a
peculiar look.  He suddenly lifts her completely nude body from the floor
cradling her 4'8 seventy-five pound body in his arms, then carries her to
the bathroom.  He kissed her passionately, she returned the kisses back.

   "I'm sorry about messing your panties up.  Don't worry they'll come
clean in the wash.  And besides that, I'm going to buy a bunch of new
panties for you when we go shopping today."

   He slowly lowered her down letting her stand in the tube.  Tall foamy
white suds cover her legs, just above the knees.

   "Ok move over, I'm coming in too."

   She giggles.  "I don't think we'll both fit in here!" she says.

   He sat down, leaning his back against the tub.  "We'll both fit, come
sit down.  Lean your back against my chest." He helped her lay back, then
he began washing her body using a soft blue wash cloth.  He starts washing
her neck, then slowly makes his way down to her chest, paying special
attention to her small firm budding breasts.  Her body shivers as he
touches her nipples.

   "Mmm.  That feels nice.  I like it when you touch my boobies."

   "And I like touching them too," he says, letting his right hand slip
down over her flat tummy.  Eventually his fingers slip between her thighs
ending up against her cunt.

   "I need to clean your pussy too.  Open your legs wide for me, so I can
wash it properly.  She slowly spread for him, he began gently washing the
folds of her cunny occasionally letting the tips of his fingers caress her
pink flower pedals.

   "Why do they call a girls vagina's pussy...?" her voice quivered.

   "Because, when a man plays with a girls vagina, like I'm doing yours, it
makes them purr like a kitten."

   He made his fingers go in deeper, hoping to make her purr.  Her body
tenses, she pushes against his fingers.  "Mmm.  Ahh..I like what you're
doing Sam."

   "There, you see it does make you purr...Lyla honey.  I need to ask you
something, being as I have your undivided attention."

   "...What do you wanna ask me?" she says clamping her thighs over his
right hand and fingers, doing this she began slowly humping his fingers as
he worked them into her sensitive cunt.

   "Are you serious about running away from home," he asked.

   She sat up, pushing his hand from her crotch.

   "I'm not sure Sam.  I don't wanna get you in trouble.  Maybe I should go
home."

   He doesn't like for her reply, but he gently pulls her back against his
body.

   "No please don't go back home Lyla." He kissed her earlobe, knowing she
likes that.  She giggles.  He decides to tell her of his and Mister B's
plans.

   "Lyla.  I'm adopting you from your mother.  My friend Mister B, and I
talked on the phone yesterday.  He's going to send someone to talk with
your mommy today.  They're going to convince her to let you stay with me."
He dropped his hand back to her bare pussy, she opened her legs once more
turning her head looking back at him.

   "I don't think mommy will let me stay with you Sam.  She's never even
met you.  Why would she wanna let me stay with you?" He looked into her
eyes.

   "Because I love you more than she does.  And our friend Mister B, and
his friends in The Society are going to help me convince your mommy that I
love you more, and I'll take better care of you then she can."

   He lays a hand over her breast, playing with her nipples.  Her voice
quivered, she pushes her cunny against his fingers.  "I don't think they'll
convince mom.  She's really stubborn...sometimes!  Ohh, god!"

   "I don't know how Mister B and his friends are going to convince her
baby.  But I have a feeling, we'll find out in a few days.  Mister B and
his friends in The Society, seem like very powerful people."

   Lyla's heard Sam speak of The Society a few times since she met him, now
she's curious.

   "Sam tell me what The Society is.  Are they like the American
government, or something?" She looked back, checking his eyes for the
truth. He chuckled.

   "No honey, they're not the U.S government.  But I'm beginning to think,
maybe they have just as much power.  From what I've seen, just by logging
on to their website.  The Society has members from all over the world. 
Their goal is to change the way mainstream society thinks and feels about
child loving men like me, and Mister B.  Plus possibly thousands of other
men and their preteen lovers.  They aim to change old fashioned outdated
laws, so men like us, who have sexual desires for pretty girls like you
will be able to love without getting into trouble."

   He ran his fingers across her bare chest, her body shuddered with
pleasure.

   "I think I understand what you're saying.  But will they ever change the
rules.  And what about men that hurt kids.  Will they protect them too?" He
realizes at this moment, Lyla's a very smart little girl.

   "That's a good question babe.  I don't know if anyone will ever change
the rules.  And I hope they don't protect individuals who hurt kids.  I'll
give up my membership if I find out they help mean people."

   He decided to change the subject, since they're discussing Mister B and
The Society.  He thought of what Mister B wrote in his recent blog.  "Lyla
do you understand what a promiscuous woman is?"

   She shrugged her shoulder's.  "No..whats is a permisc...promicuoius
woman." she tries her best to pronounce promiscuous.

   "It's pronounced Promiscuous.  But anyway, it's what the outside
conservative society labels women or girls who crave sexual attention."

   She giggled.  "Oh, now I understand.  So what's wrong with that Sam."

   He kissed her on the neck.  "The outside conservative society thinks
women who like sex too much, are bad women.  But The Society believes young
girls should be taught literally and physically about sex and sexuality:
The Society I belong to believes it's better for the human race to have
good sex together, than it is to murder each other with our senseless wars
fought over land, oil, and religion,"

   "So...What do you think of The Society's, far-out philosophy Lyla?"

   She thought about his little speech, shrugged her shoulders then gave
her childish reply.

   "I'm kinda new at the sex thing.  All I know is, I like sex.  Even
though I'm not supposed to have sex.  Especially with adults.  But hey,
what do I know I'm only eleven!!"

   Sam lets his fingers work harder between her legs, her body stiffens she
orgasmed.

   "Lyla baby," he says "That's a great answer.  Now come on girl, lets go
shopping!"

   He used a large fluffy bath towel to dry her off.  Feeling playful he
sat her up on the bathroom sink, he dropped to his knees.  He's been
completely fascinated with her perfect feet, since the first time he saw
them, three days ago.  Her feet are elegantly shaped, her toenails are
smooth, no cracks or wrinkles.  She has the most perfect arches he's ever
seen as well.  Without warning he begins kissing licking and sucking her
toes.

   "He..he..he ha.  Stop it, your tickling me to death," she says between
giggles.

   The tickling sensation suddenly becomes an indescribable orgasmic
sensation.  He's sucking her little toes, from there he switches from her
feet to her crotch.  Part of her mind wants to stop his insatiable
advances, but her young curious sexual side wins the battle.  She spreads
her legs wide for him.  She feels his tongue lapping away at her pink pussy
lips.  "Oh yes..mmm.  That feels so nice!!" she says.  Ding...Dong. 
They're both startled by his doorbell.

   " Dammit.  Who the hell is that?" Sam's thoughts turn to the possibility
of a visit from the police.  He remembers, he didn't tell her to park her
pink stingray bike in his garage.  "Stay here Lyla.  Be quiet sweetheart."
He kissed her lips.  She tastes her own pussy juice on his lips, she likes
it.  "It might be the police looking for you.  Go get dressed, I'll put my
sweats on, then go talk with whoever this is."

   They both quietly got dressed, he left her sitting on his bed, making
sure to close the door behind him.  Through the door's window he sees two
men, one dressed in a gray pinstripe suit and tie, the other a jet black
suit.  The man in the black suit is a big white man, he's not wearing a
tie. Before opening his door, he whispers softly.

   "Oh shit, they must be detectives.  Well here goes." His smile is
friedly at the men through the window as he opens the door.  "Hello there
gentlemen, what can I do for you," he says acting nonchalant.  The man in
the pinstripe suit spoke.

   "May we come in Mister Watson?  We'd like to talk in private, if you
don't mind."

   The man who spoke was the smaller of the two, his hair almost a light
color blond.  The other man is much taller, he's hair is cut to a military
crew cut.  Although he's wearing a dark black suit, the man's muscular
build stands out.  Sam's heartbeat quickens, he feels as if his life's
slipping slowly away.  He thinks.  Shit, I'm going to fucking jail.  He
lets both men come in.

   "What can I do for you detectives," he says, his voice trembling. 
Suddenly both men breakout laughing.  The whitish blond haired man stops
laughing, he puts a hand up stopping the bigger man from laughing.

   "We're not cops Sam.  We work for The Society.  We've both just paid a
visit to Lyla's mother.  Mister B sent us to convince her to sign Lyla's
adoption paperwork."

   The man handed Sam a large vanilla envelope.

   "Here Sam.  Look this paperwork over, make sure everything's in order."

   "You're bullshitting me right," said Sam.  "You mean to tell me, you
just waltzed right into Mrs.  Summers home, and she signed papers for an
adoption without going to a judge?!!"

   The smaller man replied smiling confidently.  "Oh there was a judge at
the meeting, he went home.  His eight year old lover has soccer practice.
And it also helps if someone such as myself, just happens to be a master
hypnotist.  I would've had the woman quacking like a duck just for fun. 
But there was no time for those kind of parlor tricks.  I'm glad she
hypnotized easily, because Al here would've had the job of using his muscle
to convince her to sign.  But anyway, Mrs.  Summers is on her way to a new
home in south Florida.  The Society is merciful most of the time."

   "Now where's Lyla, we have the rest of her belongings in our car.  The
girl is probably missing her large Barbie collection.  And we brought the
rest of her clothing too."

   The blond haired man told Al to go bring in Lyla's belongings.  Al
didn't speak he followed orders, as if he too had been hypnotized.  Sam
looked the paperwork over.  It seemed to be legit, it was even notarized.

   "Please sign the documents Sam," said the blond haired man.  "Me and Al,
have a double date with a pair of hot looking thirteen year old twins. 
They're waiting in our hotel for us to come back and watch teenage porn
movies with them.  They love watching porn with older men.  And you know
how young girls are Sam, they get impatient if you keep them waiting."

   Sam quickly signed several sets of papers, his hands were shaking, he
can't believe what just happened.  Lyla must've been listening from behind
the bedroom door.  She came out dressed in a blue pinstripe T-shirt and a
short pleated skirt, no shoes on her feet.  The blond haired man noticed
her, letting his eyes lustfully roam over her body.

   "Hi sweetheart.  My name is Kenneth," He reached his hand out to Lyla,
she slowly shook it.  He seemed nice, but she didn't like the way his gray
blue eyes were looking her body up and down.  He was gawking, not just
being friendly.  Sam took a copy of the paperwork then slipped the others
back in the envelope.

   Kenneth took it back.  "I'll personally bring this to the courthouse on
our way out." he said.  Al came back in carrying five extravagant looking
holiday Barbie dolls.  Lyla screamed in delight.  "My Barbie's!" She hugged
Al thanking him.  "Oh, thank you mister.  How did you get mom to let you
bring these to me."

   Al finally spoke, he knelt down hugging her a little too affectionately,
letting his big hands roam to her pert little butt.  "My friend Kenny here,
he's a very good persuader," he said.

   Sam became a little irritated with Al.  He fears the big enforcer, but
he doesn't like the big guy taking his liberties with Lyla, she's not quite
ready for other men yet.

   "Hey Al, please take your hands off my daughters ass," said Sam.

   "Oh Sorry sir.  But she does have a nice ass, if ya don't mind me
say'n!!" said Al, smiling at Lyla affectionately.  Kenneth spoke up heading
for the door.

   "Come on Al.  Becky and Brandy are waiting.  We have to drop these forms
off at the courthouse, then hit the porn store before five.  Let's go
buddy." Both men waved goodbye, eyeing Lyla with bad intent before leaving.
Sam sat down on a nearby couch then patted his lap offering it for Lyla to
have a seat.

   "Come and sit here Lyla.  I have good news to tell you." He's not sure
how much she may've heard from the bedroom.  She sat on his lap, he cradled
his hand under her butt, enjoying the feel of his newly adopted daughter
ass.

   "Those men just talked your mom into letting me adopt you.  What do you
think of that?"

   She seemed a little confused about the situation, she shrugged her
shoulders saying.  "I think it's great that your adopting me, but I didn't
think mommy would ever just give me away like she did," she sighs.  "I
heard that man say mommy's moving away...She didn't even say goodbye!!"

   She began to cry, he hugged her.  "It's because she knows I'll be taking
real good care of you.  She probably didn't have the strength to say
goodbye baby.  Now just lay your pretty head on my shoulder, go ahead cry
it all out baby girl."

   He gently caresses her butt cheeks with his left hand, while gently
patting her on the back with his right.  He kissed her cheek, tasting her
tears.

   "Don't you worry sweetheart, because I'm going to take real good care of
you, from now on.  Today's going to be a very special day for you and me.
Let's go shopping, and after we shop, I'll buy you a nice dinner at a fancy
restaurant, and I'll buy us a bottle of non- alcoholic champagne.  Of which
we'll drink to a long lasting, loving relationship."

   His cock grew hard with thoughts of sexually consummating her adoption
tonight, when he gets her home.  He's not sure if he'll make it through a
day of shopping, and dinner at the restaurant with carnal thoughts of
taking Lyla's sweet cherry tonight.
   End Of Part Two