" What's wrong with him?" Brit demanded."Nothing's wrong with him. That's not the issue. But I couldn't do that to your father." I seem to remember so...eone telling us that we should stop worrying about what Dad thinks," Brit insisted."That's different." Why?"Allison just stared at the two of them for a moment, and Jeff noticed that she was trembling. What did that mean? Was she afraid? Her breathing seemed a little labored as well, and suddenly he recognized the signs. She was getting turned on. I explained who I was and what I was seeking. The timbre of the voice changed utterly and enthusiasm poured down the wires. “12th Century Triptych on Boxwood, eh? The most famous one, and there are only four we know of, was given by Rasputin to the Czarina. That one is in the Hermitage in St Petersburg, another is owned by the Patriarch of the Orthodox Church in Moscow. That leaves two in private hands. One of these I’m certain isn’t available. That Greek oil chap, Nikolaides, owns it. He. Pain and pleasure filled my body as his cock more than filled my awaiting pussy. I was stretched beyond anything I had ever experienced. He let the initial shock settle in before he began to gently push and retreat the massive intruder filling me. He pulled my legs up to lay against his body and ran his hands up and down my smooth, athletic legs. His rhythm soon settled in to a smooth, very enjoyable pace. I lay on the cool tabletop as he caressed my legs enjoying more and more the pleasant. ” Nodding, she turned to look out at the city too. If she was trying to be as still as Antoinette, she was failing horribly, squirming in her own skin. Normally the Prince would find it adorable, but at the moment, she did not.“What would you do, Miss Vola?”She squeaked, and looked up at the Prince again. Antoinette did not break her gaze from the city, and after a while, the tiny Mekhet looked out the window again.“About Jack? I ... I d-d-don’t know.”“I will ... discover eventually, what to do.