” she whispered softly back."Are you a good girl, Erin? Are you good to my son?" Yes, of course, I am good to Damian." she looked at him, her eyes w...de and eager. "Show me what you do for him."Erin obeyed. She wrapped the fingers of both hands around his shaft. And began to stroke him. Hand over hand. Stroking his entire length, shaft and head all at once. She felt the heat coursing through his cock. The emanating power. It burned at her fingertips. “Oh, you are a good girl, aren’t you?” She. She had an exit through the hole she had created. When she had mapped the subway tunnels out, she realised that the compass pointed to the Leica Building in downtown Manhattan. Shen must have corrupted someone with deep pockets who had access to the basement. Jean had to break a few walls, but she got there, climbing through the air conditioning vents. The hard part would be escaping with both of their lives. She wasn’t sure if the boy would fit.It was swarming with clay men below, readying for. If she was to satisfy her desire for an exciting nighttime encounter maybe she could explore the sights of the city away from the well-trodden tourist spots of the West End.Yes, she could head for the East End. King's Cross maybe. She had heard of that district's reputation as a seedy hangout for hookers, pimps, d**ggies and lowlifes. That sounded like everything she wanted to finally, completely, bring her wild side out and let it take control for a night of abandon. Her older boyfriends back. ” If my young companion was upset being referring to her as my daughter, she did not react.The driver chuckled. “In my experience, there are more family rows at Christmas than any other time of the year. Come on you!” he yelled at another driver, pounding his horn. “Were you bred in a brewery?”The girl sat back, biting her lower lip, and scooted in against me. I put a protective arm around her shoulder. “It’s okay, love. You’re safe.”I had no idea if that was true, or whether she even.