She pulled him aside and whispered into his ear for a few minutes. I was red-faced and horrified, and he smiled softly at me, trying to put me at ease..."Can you lay down for a second? It shouldn't take long."I nodded, and awkwardly crawled onto his bed. Wynne stayed, and I soon felt both auras flare, as the same evaluation scan Wynne had done to me before started. I closed my eyes and tried to pretend I wasn't there, imagining myself on a beach somewhere tropical, anything to keep my mind off. In fact, it was all for me and his little show was all mine. Finally our eyes met and a stupid grin crossed my face. He walked towards me and when he got close enough I grabbed his dick and held it tightly in my fist, leaving it there for a while, feeling it grow even more rigid if that was possible. He pushed his hips gently towards me, then back and forth, making little thrusts and pushing his cock easily back and forth in the palm of my hand. That naughty boy was fucking my hand and he. ’ ‘It’s no big deal, sweetie.’ Sweetie was starting to sound like ma’am to Annie. ‘I just don’t know why you don’t ever get mad.’ ‘Are you trying to make me mad?’ ‘NO! God, just forget it.’ ‘Forget what?’ ‘Stop asking me questions.’ Vince was exasperated. But he still wasn’t mad. ‘Annie, what is it? Have I done something?’ ‘I don’t know, Vince, have you?’ ‘No.’ ‘Does it bother you I don’t really feel like having sex with you lately?’ Vince could spot a loaded question at twenty paces, and. But he wasn't. Instead of going directly for Cassandra, Sharpley's goons had captured our helicopter pilot. He was found drugged and tied up in a janitor's closet. But by then, Cassandra had already climbed unawares into the chopper, which then took off from the JKE rooftop helipad and headed away for destinations unknown. The helicopter was later found just across the Canadian border. But there was no trace of my dearly beloved assistant.Things weren't safe for me or my girls in the Upper West.