Mr Lincoln didn't utter a word. He was busy ravaging Vivian's aesthetic laps which were exposed from her gown that slipped up slightly.

"So tell me, Lincoln. What do I have to do for you to let me have all the goodies you talked about?" Vivian rolled her finger tips on his face.

Lincoln was no lost in his lustful imaginary world. He began daydreaming on how to handle someone as elegant as Vivian.

"Lincoln?" Vivian snapped her fingers in his face.

Lincoln recalled himself to reality. "What are you ready to do to have all that I mentioned and more?"

"I'll do anything, I'm ready to do anything," Vivian...