As I promised in my previous diary, here is my Prince’s latest art he made very fast and sent it to Heidi as his answer on her message she left for him at the reception desk. He wrote two boxes of text on it but I had to black it. He demanded it if I wanted to post it arguing that the text is very private (not sexual ?) and beside me and my Ivy, only Heidi is allowed to read it. So, unfortunately I cannot tell you what was written and I will not tell you what it means since everyone can/might see different meaning of the picture (as my Ivy and I did see differently from each other and from my Prince), I will not write what each of us saw in the picture too, because it will take me a lot of time to write it. Heidi? She was thrilled with the picture. (That’s what she replied in her mail he let us read). She said that although it is quite simple, it has strong message and that all he wrote in those two boxes is true. My Ivy and I smiled reading the end of her message: “… I love you now even more than before and when I come next year with my family again, you will be mine.” When my Ivy asked him (teasing him): “So, honey, will you be hers next summer?”, he smiled and replied: “Only in her dreams …” Anyway, Heidi is very cute teen who strongly believes in dreams come true idea. Well, poor kid will learn that life is full of disappointments, and that my Prince will be her (first) big one.

Now, two more very fresh happenings. The first one is that my Prince took a haircut and shaved his beard this morning after two years. My Ivy knew about it since she was with him but none of us didn't. It was surprise. He has very short hair now and he doesn’t look like Geralt of Rivia anymore. Only the scars on his face and body reflecting that image. But, he looks much younger and sweeter. Everyone in the family commended his new style. Lidija loves it so much that my Ivy caught her watching him discretely and smiling. You know what kind of smile she wore on her face. I get so used to feel his mustaches and beard on my mouth, pussy and ass that I missed it during the sex in my office after the lunch. So, my orgasm, came little bit later than usually, but it came. ?Yeeees?!!! Our children? They looooooved it. They enjoyed crossing over his smooth face with their palms and pressed their cheeks against his giggling that it doesn’t itch them anymore.

And the third one. There was a man, a hotel owner from Spain who wanted to meet with us and propose some business ideas. He met the Guy 4 in Spain, who still runs Security agency for Antonio and who suggested him to visit us. I will call him Paco. Mr. Paco is sympathetic 50+ years old feminized single man who still lives with his mother and brother. He brought the gifts to all of us. But, he has a (big) problem: he couldn’t stop talking. After short introduction of ourselves, he started to talk. And he talked and talked and talked (in English) having monologue for 1 and a half hour. He talked about his successes and achievements glorifying himself. My Fran and I tried to interrupt him few times, wanting him to tell us why he came and what he wants, but hell, we couldn’t. The man is unbreakable and unstoppable talking machine. He would surely continue to talk until my Prince stood on his feet, and approaching to him to shake hands, he said:

- Thank you for your coming, Mr. Paco. We heard enough. You  didn't tell us anything about your plans and suggestions, but I don’t think we could fit in them anyway. I believe my associates agrees with me. We wish you good staying in our Hotel. (Shaking hands) – Have a nice day.

Lidija walked him out of the office and my Prince approached to my Fran and said:

- Say, do you still have that whiskey in the bar? If you do, please, poor me a big glass …

My Ivy and I were surprised he asked for sharp drink since he almost never drink, but we also wanted one. We blasted in laughter when he continued:

- If you’ve never experienced brain raping, I believe you have now. Every cell in my brain is hurt. I was tempted to shout “Shut the fuck up!” few times, but I abstained. I didn’t want to give a chance to Fran to call me uncivilized barbarian.

Ivy: So, what is our final decision? Shell we make business with Mr. Paco, the brain rapist or not?

We all agreed that there wouldn’t be any business agreement with him no matter how good it might be because none of us wants to be brain raped again. My Prince called the Guy 4 in Spain who died laughing listening to my Prince’s complaint about Mr. Paco. He said that now he knows how he felt when met with him who was raping his brain for four hours. Four hours? My Prince said that he will shot him or himself if he had to listen to him for four hours. I am very talkative person, but Mr. Paco is way ahead of me in brain raping. I think I am in “pre sex” stage in this category. ?