”Both froze! They had heard a noise.“Fuck! It’s your father!” Brenda said. Paul rolled off his mother and headed for the door. “Wait! L...t me go first.”She rolled from the bed and scooped up the silk kimono she wore which she loved because it hugged her body.Pausing only to straighten her hair she opened the bedroom door, turned and blew a kiss to Paul and slipped out. She met David half way up the stairs.“Hello, Darling,” she said. “What are you doing home so early?”“I just fancied. I make it up to his face and can read the need in his eyes. They aren't twinkling and laughing anymore; now they are dark and hungry. Matt steps closer and asks, "Ready, boy?" I nod, looking up into his face. "Take it. Suck it. Taste your man." I lean forward a little bit and reach up with my hand to guide his dick toward me. He smacks my hand away. "No hands, boy. And don't touch your dick either. I want you all needy and achy hanging off the end of my dick, you fucking cocksucker." I move my. “Miss Wood” you hear and turn to see your boss, Frank Roberts, “How are you holding up?” he asks.“I’m alright,” you reply, after the shooting he told you to take some time off and a couple of days ago you send a request for a leave of absence. “Now, take the time you need and remember we have people employed if you need to talk… about anything” he tells you.“I know…” you reply, knowing that you didn’t plan spending your time mourning. It didn’t take many days from the shooting before you made. "And why are you after me, anyway?" Your father is Peter Stuyvesant," Helmut told her. "One of the richest men in the world. He dotes on his daughter." I'm his stepdaughter." He dotes on you, too." That news, Helmut, is more than a year out of date. He and I have had a falling out. I've been disinherited and all of that." A self-serving lie," he tried to bluster."Sure, sure. No doubt. I come in here and personally beat the crap out of six of you and it's because my father is protective of his.