“It’s just a countdown. Ten minutes is not enough time for what I want to do with you, but it’ll have to do.”“Eight minutes and fifty-three ...econds.”He raised any eyebrow and lightly swatted my bottom. “Down.”I bent back over and spread my legs.Mark set his phone down in my line of sight, and I watched the numbers rapidly counting down while I waited with nervous anticipation for him to do something.His palm pressed against my back and his other one pressed against my bottom. He began making. .. shoot off in your pants?" Mike gasped, and then nodded, his eyes fixed on his mother's finger as it moved up and down the puffy slit of her cunt. His concealed boner squirted another pulsing wet gout of pre-cum into his pants, just from hearing his mother say those words. "You don't have to do that, baby," she murmured, pressing the tip of her finger inward and shoving her panties into her pussy. "I can think of a better place for you to cum." Mike couldn't believe what he was hearing and. I spent a lot of the time at the downtown house, keeping up with the world news and whatever else I could find to entertain myself. I did get the date of the Emmy awards banquet. It had been sets months before, but no one bothered to tell me until the official invitation came in the snail mail.I got just 25 days to prepare myself for the awards. I had expected that I would remain dead calm, but the computer's cold logic part of me didn't work all that well. However the bubbly little girl inside. The mall attack was not an isolated attack; it was only one of many more to come. Strategically planned from a central location or by a close nit group of planners - the one I had stopped in Annapolis was most likely the first one.They were pissed off that their big event was ended before it started and they did not get the type of headlines they wanted. Their first instinct was revenge.Then cooler heads prevailed; getting revenge ran the risk of another mistake and possible exposure. Every.