At five to eight, Alena heard the elevator doors open and scrambled to her feet. She pretended to search for a key card in her purse, but needn't have...bothered with the charade; it was him.She ran her hands down her dress, smoothing any wrinkles and smiled at him, making her eyes smile as well."Have you been here long?" No, not at all." I apologize if I've kept you waiting." He swiped the lock and held the door open for me. "Please, come in."It struck her as strange that he could be so friendly. "If I wasn't so very thankful for you coming to my rescue, I'd threaten terrible retribution, you minx!" he chuckled."Be nice, Daddy, or I'll paint a word picture of my masturbation fantasies," she smirked."You are awful, you know that?" he smiled. "And I love you more than life itself, at least half as much as I love your mother." Then I know for certain that my mother is the single luckiest woman on this earth, or anywhere else for that matter! And you, my poor old Dad, are the luckiest, most. Using them as inspiration, they provided me with enough bravado to continue my charade as a mature, wicked temptress. Closing my eyes and sensually biting my bottom lip, I slid my fingers inside my panties, and within seconds, heard the sound of belt buckles and zippers hastily being undone. Was this really happening?Opening my eyes, it was no surprise that Gordon was ahead of the others — in more ways than one. He was already lazily stroking his huge cock, and I had to catch my breath. It was. Were you ever involved with INFACT?”“Yeah. You were at the Chicago meetings.” David could remember him.“Still am.”“I married and my wife serves a church way west.”“Kind of you to come all the way to help us out.”“Not at all. Glad to be of service -- just sorry for the occasion.”“And just why,” Jen asked after he hung up, “did you give Metzger that cock-and-bull story about needing my permission?”“I do need your permission -- need your permission to do anything. I’m terribly henpecked.” When she.