He was alone in his office. He unconsciously bounced his right knee up and down. It was a nervous tick he had, along with incessant pacing. If he didn...��t know any better he could swear she was flirting with him via email. He sat quietly contemplating the possibility. Jack knew he wasn’t Brad Pitt, but he wasn’t horrid looking either. He was tall and lanky, had brown eyes and a full head of brown hair (thank God). He was nearing 50 but most people assumed he had just turned 40 (again thanks to. With a quick look into the familiar room, he picked up his nine inch .357 Smith and Wesson. Quickly loading it with six shots, he placed it in the holster and wrapped it around his waist. Then he pulled out his grandfather's M-1 carbine and quickly popped a 15 round clip into it. Grabbing a bandolier with ten more clips for the M-1, he draped it over his shoulder. Opening a drawer in the cabinet, he reached in and picked up a bunch of speed loaders for the pistol, which he dumped in his. My fingers were deeper inside my slit, working away furiously at myself again. I needed to cum again, a need that seemed to be almost constant in my young body these days. However, my masturbation was interrupted by my dad shouting upstairs"Hey sexy, dinner's almost ready. Don't be long or I'll have to come up there and get you."I almost thought about shouting back and telling him to come and get me now, imagining him seeing his favourite daughter acting like a complete slut, lying on the. Sanders and herself was none of her parent's business; she had told the exact truth.Mr. Sanders had asked her to come at 9. Presumably that was the ordinary start of business and presumably she would have to be there earlier in the future to open up and get things ready, but since she didn't have any keys or access cards yet she had an easy start. She wanted to get there in good time though and went to her local train station early. She caught a fast connection and ended up having time to.