But that one there, it isn’t a published book. The name on the inside front cover doesn’t turn up any results on the internet – at least not any...hing that corresponds to the date entries in there. A journal of some kind. Science, maybe? There’s symbols I don’t recognize. And it’s all written in”“Latin,” Brady said, interrupting Mr. Bowman. “Right,” Mr. Bowman answered him, a playful, fatherly look of annoyance on his face. “Which is why I wanted to give it to you. After all, you nearly have. ?He took a sip and said, ?Show me, my rapewhore.?With another calming breath I raised my shaking hands to unbuckle his belt and unfasten his pants. I could feel his hardness pressing against the fabric and was pleased to know he was already aroused. His cock was warm in my hand as I pulled him out. This was my true Master, and I kissed the head in reverence.I wet my lips, looked up into Sir Michael’s eyes, and took him into my mouth for the first time. It was perfection. He filled my mouth. I need to apologize for my ... associate ... my former associate. He was way out of line and had way too much to drink tonight. I know it may be of little solace, but his performance at your table has seriously hurt his career prospects with my firm and at many others who are represented here at our conference. I don’t think you’ll hear from him again.” The man assured himself sure Ginger was all right, shook our hands by way of apology, and left.Later, the maître d’ came to the table and also. He was extremely tall, at least six feet in comparison to her mere 5’4”. He had always been slim but well-toned. She loved to feel his muscled body on top of her. Jeremy smirked at her while he stood up to unzip his pants and remove them as well as his boxers. He kneeled on the bed between Marisa’s legs stroking his throbbing cock, gazing into her eyes with a predatory look. “Baby, why don’t you show daddy that little pussy,” he demanded softly. At those words, Marisa felt herself get soaking.