All she had done was to be knocked around by her emotional roller coaster. She wished she had had the presence of mind to check up some books on medie...al France while she was there. While she had not realized it when in the B&N, she had subconsciously wanted to find out more about that mysterious painting in the style of the French classical school when she’d decided to take that trip to the city. She would do the best she could on the internet instead, although she wasn’t really comfortable. "Angie was going to set down but there were not any chairs.After a few minutes a man is a black suit came out of the door leading into the rest of the building. "Follow me please Ms. Wilson." Angie followed him back into a small office. He motioned for her to have a seat, which she did.The man opened a folder than looked at Angie. "You probably have a lot of questions. Firs let me tell you about us. We are The Corporation. We are a company that specializes in acquiring the services of young. Mom told us girls a lot about her love life with Dad, but we had to promise never to let on that we knew. Mom said Dad was a great lover and always made sure she was satisfied. Another story I’ll tell you about was when Dad got drunk. It didn’t happen very often but his bowling team had just won the conference and his team set out to celebrate. Dad ended up mixing his booze, which he didn’t do well. He was totally drunk. We have never seen him that intoxicated before. The funny thing is, Dad. That movement had her legs tightening on either side of his head as she jerked and moaned, and she began sucking fiercely at his throbbing erection. He was getting to that point and knew it was imperative that he had her up to the same pitch.With that in mind, he slid his tongue away from that sensitive little hole and back along the luscious depths of her crevice, savouring the musky aroma as he moved to replace his finger on her clit.His tongue lavished much attention on it, and he heard her.