Eric was drawn further into awe as even more was revealed,he knew now that he must glean every possible shred ofinformation from this stranger. The ma... carefully took afigure from the board, "Marcus Weatherby." He said almostin a whisper.Eric frowned; he couldn't recollect any person by that namein that particular regiment. But of course, he had beenwrong before... once, maybe twice. He watched the old mansat the figure back down in position and slowly walk aroundthe table, by the little town. ”Paul got a confused look on his face and said, “Huh?”I nodded towards his crotch and said, “You’re already hard again.”As his face flushed he said, “Sorry mom… you just really look sexy” And then almost without thinking about it, he wrapped his hand around his hard cock… a cock that just minutes earlier was pumping a fountain of cum into my mouth… and began slowly stroking it again. Suddenly it seemed that some of the terrible shyness Paul had… even around me, had given way to some boldness. . All of it was her saying that she was just following your orders, and she didn’t realize it was for criminal purposes. And when she did realize it, she investigated you on her own, then went to the SBI with her material.’ ‘And not to I.A.’ said the Chief. ‘She said she felt I.A. would be rigged on Don’s behalf.’ Cindy said. ‘I.A. wouldn’t investigate me, technically their boss, anyway.’ I said. ‘It would go to Inspector General Wellman. She went over his head too, to the SBI.’ ‘The good news. ”“Edward, I believe this is one of those times you should’ve lied to me.”“What guarantee do I have you’ll behave yourself after I whup your ass?” Eddie asked from his corner of the ring.Wolfgang Anson chuckled.“My word.”“How many cups of coffee will that and a dollar get me?”“Immaterial. It’s the only guarantee you’ll get. Would you like to place a side bet on this? Perhaps the same one as when you fought the Chinese slut?”Eddie rankled at that, but took a moment before replying calmly, “Nah, I.