It took another moment for Jenn to recognize the sound. "Oh, it's my phone." Seriously?" Tim pushed himself slowly back inside her. "Someone's calling...you now?" Text alert," Jenn gasped. "Probably.... ooohhhh... Dan." Dan? Ol' Dan!?" Tim laughed. Jenn groaned as Tim quickly pulled himself from her body. She felt shockingly empty, without him inside her. She was relieved to see that Tim staggered slightly as he stood. She watched, amused at the sight of his thick cock bobbing ahead of him as he. So she called me and said “okay, listen I need to go immediately my husband is waiting down. Anyways your project is almost finished please help for Mounika project” I said, ok mam.She let I sat on the table and working on her project she is helping me by handing over the things I need. Every time she is giving something our both hand are touching. Till now we have not spoken any word. So I decided to break the ice.A: had your dinner.M: ya, long way back.A: so how was everything, are they going. "For... For being a friend," I said. "And protecting me." Well, you're welcome," he said, sounding almost grudging. I couldn't say I blamed him, since here I was, making such a big deal out of something that seemed so minor. So I'd thanked him, so what? I'd have to make my point clear. Crap, where was Jane? Oh good, she was standing over there, having caught on that we wanted to talk privately. Time to put the nail in the coffin."I'd like to thank you," I said, stepping closer, "in more ways. Boys whose sole purpose for existing is to inherit. Trust fund babies who were born with an express pass to the fast lane. Whose first words were ‘Do you know who my father is?’ Dietz seems like he would be the Nazi version of that.” She put on a mocking German accent. “Do you know who mein grandfather vas? How many of ze ‘lesser races’ my family has killed?” She then switched back to her own voice. “Like the boys in the clubs, he probably keeps his hangers-on in line the same way; using his.