I inched my fingers up to my pussy and I began to finger myself. I continued to rub his now hard cock in his pants. He moved his hand over and he beg...n moving his hand over my nylons and then to the bare skin of my legs. As he moved his hand toward my hot pussy. I stopped him and told him to keep his eye on the road. He looked like a poor puppy dog, but I insured him that he wouldn't be disappointed later. I continued to play with myself bringing me to orgasm as he watched me out of the corner. ”“You’ve been told wrong, dude. It has to be Linc because he’s the last of the Addingtons. Linc is the sweetest guy in the world and one of the smartest guys I ever met. He’s rich, for sure, but he uses his money to help people and is even planning on giving up like half of his money to help kids, children’s hospitals, and the like.”“You sure? I heard he has some really sick perversions and a hell of a sexual appetite!”“Man—you really got the wrong guy. Linc is still a virgin and will be until. ”Cassandra shuffles a couple of papers in front of her as the screen behind her disconnects from the feed from the White House to another feed of the ocean. “We now go live to Brock Solis, who is aboard the USS Gerald R. Ford in the South Atlantic. Good morning, Brock.”“Good morning, Cassandra,” the man replies, holding his coat tight to his body. He stands on the deck of the aircraft carrier as planes are both launching and landing on the platform. The scene from the deck looks like an anthill. They opened the huge gate and drove thru the menacing looking portal, past the tall twisting oak trees and thick forest on each side and the two stone gargoyles that leered down at them with a foreboding air.The long drive and trees obscured the mansion as they made their way. They finally reached the front door of the magnificent but old and neglected property. The constable took hold of the big brass, raven shaped knocker and banged down hard on the huge door. There was no answer. He clanked.