. totally!" Brittany said. "That has to be it! Why else would he be in Omaha?"Ronald took a quick glance at the paperwork and the computer registratio... system. Within a minute he was able to satisfy himself that Jake Kingsley was, in fact, staying in the hotel and that he had paid for two suites with his credit card. The more he listened to Meghan and Brittany speculate about the possibility of Kingsley being here to shoot a music video, the more sense it seemed to make. After all, as Brittany. "As Mrs. Swampwater signed, the delivery man waved in two men carrying video equipment. They squeezed past both of the people in the doorway. Each gave the harried haus frau a tip of the hat and a very cheerful "good day." Who are they and why do they have cameras," queried Mrs. Swampwater as she returned the clipboard."Oh mum. They are the video set up team." Video setup?" Yes, mum." The delivery man flipped through some more sheets and handed the clipboard back to the woman. "If you could. His principal advisor was a British subject from the suspect city of Manchester. He was called Timothy O' Leary and was nicknamed "The Mouse" because of the ludicrous manner he ate all his food with his arms folded defensively around it like some vermin-infested moat of Merry England. It was a habit he had formed while in the custody of his Majesty's wardens in a facility in the Midlands. He was sort of a master organizer of shady deals that seemed to surround the young Prince like flies around. "Baby can I fuck you?" he asked me."Of course you can, Daddy, you can fuck me anytime."My daddy leant forward and pushed me backwards and I landed on my back in the middle of the living room floor. He stood up over me and started to remove his trousers. I instantly pulled up my little skirt and pulled down my panties, exposing myself to my daddy.He looked at my wet pussy and picked up his pace in removing his trousers. "Oh, baby girl, I'm going to ride you hard." Yes please, Daddy, I want your.