" Why? What are you talking about?" he asked in confusion."Don't play me for an idiot," she said. "The security at Hanes & Fields may be subtle, but i...'s thorough. The stuff I gave you today will only get you past one door. There has to be more going on, and I want in on it."Black looked thoughtful as he managed to prop himself into a sitting position, using one arm to stay upright. "It's not that simple. You must know that these things are compartmentalized," he said. His free hand went to. I couldn’t believe it was happening.”Jack had noticed that although his sister wasn’t talking she was rubbing her pussy mound through her shorts while her mom told the story of that fateful night. He was sure his cock was going to explode and he involuntarily gave it a quick rub and squeeze, trying his best not to let anyone notice. But of course, they all did (except his sister with eyes half closed, reminiscing and stroking).“Dad told me to get on all fours so our little baby girl could see. The Greek experiment was a huge success, and I could tell from the grin on Leibah’s face that she was onboard with the back door exercises. We traveled extensively from island to island and eventually arrived in Cyprus where I had a active cell operating right under the noses of the authorities. We fit into the background as a father-daughter combination of tourists and escaped any in-depth scrutiny from the local police.While we were in Cyprus, I briefed Leibah about the introduction of our. “To Maurice Alfred Jackman”, at my address. Fuck! My real fuckin’ name’s my fuckin’ business.Now you know why I insist on being called ‘Jack Jackman’.I closed the door, although it was colder inside the flat than outside. I ripped open the big envelope and shook out a thin padded envelope about 150x200mm, with a repeat of my name and address in block capitals on the front. I turned it over and read the return address, and whistled. My old man himself, Jonathan A Glover, no less, lately of some.