Usually one or two servants remained on duty, prepared to leap to any requests throughout the night. This night, he saw nobody sitting in the customar... places. He could guess why, as the servants were often sent to the servant's wing, when his stepmother and Lavina planned to tryst with some Lord in the evening.The lack of the servants only served to help him avoid detection, as he crept toward the kitchen. As he passed the closed door to the sitting room that lay between him and his goal, he. I could feel my own orgasm nearing as Jan picked up her pace. She was so damn tight, her pussy gripping the shaft of my cock as she hurried toward cumming herself. This wasn't the same Jan who was so tentative the other night. This Jan was sure of herself, sexually aggressive and wicked in her movements, knowing exactly what would push me over the edge. It was like there were two Jans living inside one body. I couldn't get enough of either Jan, but but this was the one I wanted to have in bed. I watched as the doctor quickly checked the two out and made arrangements to send them to the George Washington University hospital. Special Agent Donald Gardner had a broken arm with a compound fracture; he would be out for weeks.Special agent Earle Gardner had received a glancing blow to the head. He had a concussion; he knew who he was but had blurred vision and was unsteady on his feet.The doc checked my arm where I had taken the swing of the bat; it was bruised as were my knuckles.I. He grinned at Abby, as if they shared a private joke. His eyes were very blue. Are you here by yourself? breathed Abby. Yes, maam, whispered Jeremy. Please come in. Dreamily, Abby walked in the house. Jeremy closed the door and followed her, watching her short skirt swaying. In the middle of the living room, Abby turned around. Is there somewhere we can go so I can sell you my cookies? Abby said quietly. This is wrong, this is wrong, this is wrong, screamed the responsible voice inside her..