Dan. Working late again I see. You know as the boss you should keep more regular hours."Dan laughed out loud. "Yea, right Martha, regular hours... hec..., these are regular hours. My dad used to work twice as long as I do." Well Mr. Dan, no disrespect, but maybe that's why he died as young as he did."Dan watched Martha as she began her routine cleaning of the offices. It was nothing new to him; he had watched her for over twenty years. Night after night, cleaning the offices his father had. “Are you sure?” he said pumping his cock in and out of her throat roughly. Abby shook and went weak, her mouth still being forced to fuck her father's dick. She tried to shake her head yes.He pulled her mouth off of him. His slick cock came out with a pop. “Oh man! Yes! Please daddy!” Abby groaned as she rolled off and laid across her sister's still limp body. She spread her legs as her father climbed onto the bed. He wasn't as tall as she was and his forehead only reached her chin when he laid. You go and get cleaned up instead, and dressed. I'll make your breakfast, and then we can make the bed.”“And then I can make you?” he leered, his smile was a huge grin.“Save your energy, Buster! You'll need it tonight! No, after that, we are going shopping, and then cleaning house. I have an inking from your dad's letter he left that we might get company.” She took the note off the dresser and showed it to Jack. Why else, she thought to herself, would he have mentioned the guest room? . "I need to just drop out of sight for a while," he told Donnie. "I knew they would get interested in me after two tip-offs."The distraction of the two separate terror plots also came to a head and Donnie was glad that they ended well and he could put them behind him. Both were reported on the same day. with at first only sketchy details released. Eventually, as the day wore on, more and more details became available and TV news showed aerial footage of a number of addresses that had been raided.