<em>Danica with Leo</em><br/><br/>Danica fought the urge to roll her eyes and shook her head when he sighed, keeping her hands just where they were.  As her pants pulled away from her body, her bare pussy was revealed, she didn't often wear panties, they just got in the way, got lost, or got stolen.  He'd cut her clothing off of her once and reduced her to tears, which had effectively killed the mood.  He'd not done it since, because after she'd given him an earful of how much clothes cost, how much she got for whoring, and how much she got to keep, she was sure that he got the point to leave her fucking clothes alone.<br/><br/>"Thank you," she said appreciatively.  Wondering if he would have her move in with him or leave her where she was with Spencer… as they weren't getting married, just… together… Danica knew that she'd never get to be a wife, she wasn't stupid. No man wanted her for her cooking abilities, though she was rather good at it.  They looked at her and their dicks got hard. End of. What was that old saying? Can't turn a whore into a housewife?<br/><br/>"Yes, better, thank you.  But what if there were some that I did want to have sex with." Not Shrek, for fuck's sake! She was glad that having to sleep with him was over. "I don't see you being monogamous… you like sex too much and so do I.  But I really, really don't see me sitting on the sidelines while you're out doing what you want."  She looked at him seriously.  His Danica.  She smiled at that.  But was she? Time would tell if he was full of shit or just thought he wanted to play house.<br/>