" All right. Go to jail and I'll take them, make them my wards, share them with my boys."He sat down, took out his phone and punched a number. "Tiff,"...he said, "find your sister, she's probably in the basement with her toys or some stupid-assed kid, and call a cab. Come down to the office. No, don't bother to change your clothes. There's a problem, a small problem. Understand?" He flipped his phone closed. "Ten or fifteen minutes," he said to me.So we waited and talked about what he had done. I was just finishing up when my cell rang with a blocked number. I excused myself and backed away from the table to take it.This time it was Rodney and the conversation was in Arabic. He called to inform me that the first part of the operation this morning had gone smoothly. When I turned back to the table everyone was looking at me. The conversation in Arabic had raised eyebrows.Dessert was next served. Hot apple pie with ice cream - my favorite! I had finished the last fork-full when my cell. This got Jan so turned-on that, after a few minutes, she asked John point-blank if he wanted to "go all the way" with her, right then and there.Of course, John couldn't bring himself to turn down an "offer" like that. And so he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and pulled down his zipper.When Jan reached inside his jockey shorts to touch his bare penis for the first time ever, she was pretty disappointed. John's erect dick was much shorter than she had hoped that it would be. And this. I leaned across the gap between the tables and stared straight at him, parting my lips. "Open wide..." he said softly. I took the food into my mouth and swallowed it slowly. It was delicious; just like him. I licked my lips slowly as he watched me. The sudden sexual tension was thick in the air. His eyes darkened even more as he dropped his gaze to my cleavage. "Nice," he said "I so much prefer the real thing." I smiled and allowed myself to check his body out. Muscular thighs encased in.