Richard let out a hiss as he hit bottom as an intense jolt of energy passed through his body from Megan. Holding him tightly against her, Megan slowly...milked him while he eased down from the jolt and gently kissed his eyelids and nose."God woman, you do that to me every time. I'm not complaining, mind you, simply pointing out that you're more powerful than you know. One of these times you'll do that while I'm cuming and then that'll be the death of me!" Richard looked deeply into Megan's. But then I was blessed with the waif. In French we say galopin, but waifis one of the nicer English words, or so I think.As the song goes, she came in through the bathroom window. Not a shethen - still very much a child, only 12, with her sex not fullydetermined. She had escaped, as I think we can call it, froml'Orphelinat d'Saint Jerome quite near to my home, and fled across theroof tops and down the sewer pipes to my open window.She was dirty and tired from her adventures. I reassured her. “That is all I wanted to say. Nobody kills our people and gets away with it. Write it in stone,” I said.I picked up the pictures and went to the EIT office to see if Burt and Robert were still there; they were.“Yesterday and then today,” as I handed them the pictures, “Our special ops team took care of him today. I want to know if the prince makes any trips to Morocco in the next three weeks,” I said.“10-4 boss, we will think about a way to entice him to go there,” Burt said as he handed me the. "Because you're here."She kissed my hand then held it against her chest."You feel that," she said. "It's my heart. It's yours." Stop," I said as the emotions swelled up inside me and threatened toburst out like some kind of alien monster. "You're gonna make me crybefore the nurse even gets in here." Well we don't want that," she said with a smile on your face. "Even ifyou're really cute when you cry." I'm still getting used to being called cute," I said sheepishly. It wastrue. Even before I'd.