Jack waved the box under the nose of his latest project. He grinned when the boybitch’s eyes popped open.“Suck my cock!” he demanded as he snapp...d the box closed and held it well out of reach of the boybitch.The boybitch, really he ought to name the little cocksucker if he was going to spend such effort on him. Jake might refer to the runaway teen as a girl, but he never forgot that he was actually packing a pecker. Somewhat to his surprise the boy shook his head in negation of the command he’d. It was obvious from my tone, that I was making fun of Simpson again."Oh we were on her trail that's why she came in. When someone give up like that there is some pressure somewhere on them. I mean more pressure than just doing the right thing," Simpson thought he was schooling me with the tips."I'll keep that in mind." I said."Porter," the voice rang out down the hallway. The voice belonged to chief deputy Webster."Yes Sir, chief deputy." I said."I decided that I'm going to send you and Simpson. I felt Derek lean back slightly and guessed that he must have been rubbing lubricant on his cock. “Here we go,” he told me. “Just try and relax.” Okay, I thought, relax and let Derek do this. I felt the large head of his cock pressing at my asshole, trying to gain entry. I moved away from him when I felt a slight pain back there. It wasn’t overly painful or sore, it was just a short, dull ache. “You can’t fight this Janet,” he said. “You have to let this happen. Take deep breathes and just. Well, not unless he is a little strange." No man, I don't care if that bitch has sex with a donkey. I'm just glad to be almost rid of her."Mark took a deep breath and continued, "No, my problem is that my personal papers were spread all over his desk and I know she had already gone through them."She's about to try to block me and set herself up to gain control over Grandfather Hunter's estate. She wants to be in the driver's seat."Mark shook his head in frustration. "Right now I don't dare to.