I pinch Anne’s nipple hard this time causing her to moan out which made James turn and see my hand down Anne’s blouse playing with her tit. He op...ns his mouth to protest, I tell him to shut the fuck up and turn back around and watch his son receive a proper blow job. Just as I thought, James was a submissive guy and knowing that his wife, Anne was getting a tit message, he did nothing more than a small protest. No wonder that his smart kid was able to get Anne to blow him every morning. Now. I was still feeling pretty good, Spook seemed to be looking after me just fine. This being on the run wasn't all bad, I felt a sense of, I don't know, freedom? I was on my own, no schedule, no work to go to or people to check in with, it seemed kind of liberating.But I did, I realized, have people to check in with. Spook was one, I had to get serious with him, I couldn't stay on the run forever.And Lisa. She should be clear by now, if they'd ever got onto her at all. I'd told her I'd call back. I gave her an honest aspect of what it was like being an engineer. We finished and she placed the notebook on the coffee table. She offered me a soda pop to drink and I accepted. She came out with two cans, one for both of us, and we sat on the couch chatting. I finished my can and told her I better get going. She insisted I stay a little longer. I really wanted to go. I didn’t have anything I needed to get done at work but I wanted to get back and relieve the pressure of my aching. “I’m not going to let him fuck me in the ass,” she said, referring to the incident that started this. “Or fuck me at all. Maybe not ever.” I pulled the sheet down to my chin and said, “Hold it right there, Chad. Leave those jockey’s on. You can sit next to me. Move over, Ashley.” Three people don’t really fit on a double bed. Ashley scooched to the edge and I snugged against her. As I swung my leg over hers, she countered with hers over mine instead. Chad slid under the sheet, leaning his chest.