The old man looked down at his youngest grandson and wondered what the boy would become. The odds that he would become the next Lord Marshal were slim... The families of the oligarchs were necessarily large, for they were required to produce a suitable heir or risk losing their position. So Pzerra's chances, when weighed against the array of competition, were remote. And then there were the tests of suitability themselves that the potential heirs had to pass to assume the position of Lord. She took a ball in her mouth and rolled her tongue around it, sucking ever so gently, then did the same with the other one. Jean-Luc sighed again, relaxing more into his chair.His hand reappeared after a moment, weaving in her hair again, and guided her back to his cock. This time it stayed where it was, pulling her to his base in one smooth motion, then back up, and back down. The pace increased, and not slowly.It must have been a busy day for Jean-Luc, as it was clear he wanted to finish. He could lose his Marine Corps career. He could even be court-martialed and sent to federal prison. His whole life flashed before his eyes.“What fucking game are you talking about?” Max demanded.Vickie realized he was falling apart and immediately felt empathy for him. She never intended to cause him any harm. They had innocently pulled Max into a game she and her husband enjoyed playing together. The game was never meant to hurt others. She calmly explained the game to his befuddled mind and. "Yes. Assistant US Attorney. Why?" I want to ... well, I need to talk with you." Rebecca was not at all at ease with this conversation. "Privately. In confidence. Maybe you could give me a lift home after I talk with Lisa?"Lee looked at the beautiful young woman, staring nervously at him. He'd seen people in trouble before. It didn't take him long to decide, "Of course I can give you a lift home. Everything will be in confidence. You can be assured of that." Then he closed the door and said in.