" "Thank you, Sir." He found the right key and opened the door. "All the way to the top, Sir. Mind your step. It's dark once I close the door." "Thank..., Jonathan." With a hooked arm swinging around the central pillar, I bounded up the stairs, two at a time. I wanted to see if I could beat Jonathan's phone call. I took a break when I was almost at the top. As a child, I had a circular staircase that led to my loft. Right at that moment I realised I wasn't as young as I used to be. Gasping for. I want some left for me! I quite like the idea of him having your ass. Tell Abdul from me that he should take it. I also like the idea of Abdul and his friend having you. Would that be classed as a Turkey sandwich? I want to hear all about it when it happens. Yes, I have been in your knicker drawer. I love the feel of that soft cotton around my cock. I also love hearing about you and Abdul. Did he fuck you well last night? I hope he did. I want to watch him when he comes to visit. He. “I don’t have a daughter.”“Of course, I’m sorry,” I laughed, acting sheepishly. “Must have confused her with your niece. The news is such a mess these days. I never even saw anything published about the father of your sister’s daughter. Perhaps I missed it.”Barnes fumed, and I allowed myself a tiny smirk as he glared at me. He rounded on Moore. “Is this how she roped you into this? Did she blackmail you too?”“I’m not blackmailing you, Senator. I’m protecting my patrons,” I said, leaning forward. Abby had slightly more trouble. Gabby was wearing loose fitting clothes, and Abby was continually getting tangled in them, much to my amusement. Finally, Abby was able to pull Gabby’s clothes off, revealing the fact that she was wearing no underwear. “Well, well. I see I have already been left out of some of the fun,” Abby quipped as she spied a thin stream of my cum running down her sister’s slit. All Gabby could do was blush, cutely at that. She made my heart melt with love for her. After.