Otherwise, he had never held an executive post. He was always legislative. He spent most of his time in Albany. That suited most people.“Respect or ...ear, they’ve become the same thing,” Cal told himself, staring into the mirror as he shaved, “but that’s all going to start changing real soon.”Of course, Cal recognized the desirability of respect. Ross seemed to do alright without it. Cal had known some who had a lot of respect but didn’t have enough fear of Jack Ross and they weren’t doing as. I closed the door before I let Mrs. Swanson out. Once the door closed all the way I let her out to roam. She immediately went to the corner near the door and marked a spot that she could call her own. She then sniffed the air and said, “Family.”She walked to the door connecting the house to the garage and sniffed again, saying family once more. She opened it and headed up the stairs to where Carolyn was nesting. She took the steps in only a few bounds and entered the room that had become. He was forcing her and she refused to give him the pleasure of acting like she wanted it.But there was no denying the feeling that was spreading between her thighs. Christie's pussy felt like it was pulsing so hard that surely Tom could hear her squishing. Her eyes were shut tight. She was not going to give him the pleasure of looking up at him. "Open your eyes, slut! I want to see the tears fall when I push all this dick down your throat. I said suck it, not lick it to death."Christie's eyes. “Hello”, it sounded faint and failed to grab Jim’s attention as he thought it was some random muffled sound that came through his headphone in the midst of a song he was listening to. “Hello! Excuse me!”, it came once again and much louder than before while he sat on a park bench that looked right at the beautiful-autumn-orange treetops.It was a Wednesday and he didn’t expect someone would visit the secluded spot he had always relished. Before he could react further, a gentle tap was felt on.