‘Good. Let’s make a deal.’ He said. ‘If you manage to beat my higher level complex cognitive abilities test, I won’t call the cops on you.�... I rolled my eyes. ‘Fine.’ I said. He was still holding my wrist and he pulled me away from the bar into the part were the tables were. He pushed me into a boot and then he sat down next to me. He put his phone down in front of me and started the test. ‘So it’s an IQ test?’ I said. ‘I wouldn’t waste time talking to me if I were you.’ He said nodding. ..Finally the guard says, "Sorry for the wait, but we have new security procedures since the last attack."I question, "Who instituted these new security procedures."He answers, "Bob did."That sure didn't sound like the Bob I knew from before since he was really laid back. We drive inside the compound, park the new news van, Emanuel orders two of his team to stand guard (yeah the new van is never left unguarded) while the rest of us head for the door. Bob meets us at the door, smiles and greets. Alka offered me ice cream and while I was with it a small slice on it fell on my shorts. Alka instantly rushed and got it cleaned may be the first sight of dick made her crazy. She asked me to get it off and let her wash it while I could wear one of her shorts. I was surprised to know that she wore shorts as well. To this reaction of mine she said she is all alone in this house and could roam around naked as well but it doesn’t suit the social norms. I told her who cares about society one. Looking down Jenny is delighted to see the start of buds forming behind the nipples – thrusting them forwards and upwards. Below a perfectly flat tummy and belly button, the Little Slut had the softest, tastiest-looking pussy – her petals appearing to open up under Jenny’s gaze.“Daddy, why is that nice doggy pushing his penis into that lady? Is she a slut too? Is she a doggy-whore? Will that nice doggy fuck me too? Look – my Consent sign is lit – I do want him.”k**die-SynthI should explain that.