"She gave me a quick hug, and then I noticed her father standing behind her. He was staring at me, as if seeing me for the first time."Hi, Mike. I rea... your journal last night. And then I gave it to my grandmother. As soon as she started reading it, she insisted on seeing you. Right away."He led me to another part of the house, a sort of den, with two small sofas and a larger chair. The chair was occupied by an old woman, the matriarch I'd seen briefly the day before. There was a cup of tea,. I could feel his cum oozing from my ass and being absorbed in the cloth seats as he drove to the address I'd given him.Once there he helped me out and while still cuffed he slid his nightstick into my ass and used it to push me along the walk to Cindy's door. My girls had by now broken free of my tee completely so they managed to swing and dance in the moonlight as I was frog marched to her door. He knocked and when Cindy opened the door her mouth dropped when she saw the cop with me naked and. A maid who appeared to be from a northern land because of her unusually light skin brought in a veiled painting. She placed it on an easel that was set up just for this purpose, a few feet away from the dewan on which the emissary was wolfing down his fourth pastry.“You said your name was Erach?”“Yes, your highness,” he said, making sure the food in his mouth didn’t alter his pronunciation.“You will understand my summons when you see this painting,” she said.“Yes, your highness,” he said.The. "Right this way, sir." Jordan followed the secretary into the attorney's cozy office. "Good afternoon, Mr. Vasquez," the handsome attorney greeted him. "How can I help you?"Jordan handed the stack of papers to the lawyer, searching his face for some sign of reassurance. Mr. Hughe's bright blue eyes were filled with concern."You're looking at around five years if Mrs. Jenkins continues to go along with her husband's story." Jordan's face fell. He knew that he would lose everything he had worked.