‘Yeah I’m fine,’ she says trying to hide her fading panic. ‘Come on I’ll take you home,’ I say helping her up onto the platform. She says...little in the car, but I know she’s processing what just happened. After a while she looks out the window. ‘Uhh buddy, home is that way,’ she says point behind us. ‘I’m not taking you to your home, dummy.’ ‘Oh really? and why is this?’ ‘I’m not risking taking you to your place. Not when the key witness ended up dead today.’ ‘What?’ She’s concerned now.. Daddy Martin kissed me long and hard on the mouth and whispered in my ear "Daddies ickle baby now" "Daddy gonna fuck ickle baby bum bum" Daddy Martin parted my legs and squirted some lube juice up into my virgim bum through the frilly laced hole in the satin panties. I could feel the slippery sensation and it felt good. He was very gentle with me for my first time, he teased his hot cock into me, I relaxed and he slipped in inch by inch, the slippery lube helped and before i new it, Daddy. One paragraph spoke of the return of Bonaparte and promised another letter and further details, on the arrival of the Pharaon belonging to the shipbuilder Morrel, of Marseilles, whose captain was entirely devoted to the emperor. During all this time, the general, on whom they thought to have relied as on a brother, manifested evidently signs of discontent and repugnance. When the reading was finished, he remained silent, with knitted brows."'"Well," asked the president, "what do you say to this. A small moan escaped me. I couldn’t help it, it felt good and he’d been so nice. The promise I made my husband entered my mind. I turned my face toward him to object his advances, but was interrupted with a sensuous kiss. I opened my lips slightly, allowing his tongue room to explore. I was so caught up in the kiss I didn’t notice him working on the button of my jeans, or when he lowered the zipper. I did notice when his hand slipped in my pants and cupped my bare pussy. I hadn’t bothered to.