The altercation probably would have come to blows if the Captain and the other asshole with Mr. Gregory had not intervened. Of course Jessica was emba...rassed by the whole affair and let Frank know how angry he had made her. She sat by herself the remainder of the trip.Mr. Gregory sidled closer to Frank shortly after they had been separated and said, "You must thing you're hot shit sonny. I eat little pissants like you for a small snack. Anything you can do I can do better. This isn't over you. ” I snarled.After popping open the top button of my Armani pants with her lace gloved hand, she leaned over, fished around for the zipper and slowly pulled it down with her mouth. It was actually quite difficult for her considering how hard my dick now was.“Come on, hurry up already. I’ve got work to do.” I said, taking another sip of scotch.She opened my pants and then pulled down my underwear. My cock popped out, waiting for her.“First, I want you to lick it slowly.” I said casually.She. Who am I? Well, I already told you that I am Alan’s best friend. My name is Patrick Monahan. Alan and I have been friends since elementary school. I never saw anyone like Alan, someone who, no matter what he tried, he always got caught, doing the wrong thing, saying the wrong thing, or just acting wrong.I did everything I could throughout our life long friendship to guide him. Of course, Alan only learned the hard way. I would give him sage advice and he would do something completely different.. I hesitated, mentally counting and estimating my chances of preventing her capture.Her cries were very plaintive, but she never revealed my presence and the door soon closed behind the knot of uniformed men. From a front window I watched the carriage and its string of mounted guards depart.I hurried down the back stairs, saddled my mare and went in pursuit, keeping a decent interval as I did and trying not to think what the girl might have been suffering in the carriage. I knew what I would be.