I turned my head and said “That’s enough. They may be so fucking late that they’ve completely missed the party, but they did come a long way to ...elp us.” Right, only the guy in charge gets to be a jerk and I’m the guy in charge.Then, to Sir Tony “We will welcome you and feed you today and give you a place to sleep tonight, but we will probably send you back tomorrow. We have a lot of damage to our farms and we aren’t going to have much food left over for visitors. Still, I’m not in charge here. I couldn’t hide the headaches from Walker and Pilar anymore. The pain was sudden and searing. They didn’t hit me every day, but they struck without warning. Waiting, worrying, was almost as bad as the headache itself.I had to tell the kids about my Elmont fuck-up. About being caught and drugged. With an unknown substance. Walker was doing his best, but he couldn’t mask his fright, his worry, his terror.Best to confront everything head-on.We were sitting at our kitchen table. I held Walker’s. On the walls were paintings, some fancy, some basic, some were even just those cheesy motivational posters. On one there was even, oh god... Nope, not even going to get anywhere near those. They don't exist, and that's the end of that.As you slowly walk around the room, you think back to just a few short weeks ago, when an e-mail caught your eye. Honestly, on any other day you probably would have simply deleted it as spam. An all-expenses paid blah blah blah? Sure, yea, whatever. It didn't ask. )Snow began to unbutton the pants before her, expertly sliding them down, gasping as the advisors cock popped free, she had always thought her father was the biggest she had ever seen, but she was wrong. The advisors balls hung heavy beneath his thick cock and Snow was amazed at how the veins protruded from the length. When she gripped it she found her hand could barely fit around the girth. Slowly she began to stroke her father and the advisor, giggling as they began to stammer over words, she.