I want that 8 inches of man-meat and I don't care where he puts it.His muscular arms are holding my legs up and wide apart so that he can take advanta...e of my vulnerability."Oh, Mr. Laurence, please fuck me,I want that black cock in my ass."He pulls his face from my ass, "are you sure, I may not be gentle, you've made me so fucking hot that once I start I'm going to slam fuck that white ass of yours." Please, please fuck me,I want it bad, why do you think I constantly came in here, I wanted to. He turnedaway from the windows and unshouldered his purse. Digging around in it,he found both his personal smartphone and his Ringed Amusements tablet.He checked the tablet first - Jackson had sent him a message. She neededhim up in her office in an hour. Another job."Okay. Good," Tyler said, truly glad to have something lined up to takehis mind off of Connie leaving. He replaced the tablet in his purse andbegan striding down the docking spindle in his wedge sandals, sundressskirt playfully. " It isn't confirmed information." Robert spoke meeting his son's eyes. "A lot of what we are getting comes from the Netnews intercepts and intelligence reports we have procured from other sources, none of which can be confirmed as I said. Until we actually see it ... I would not put much faith in it. And you're right Javier ... putting his six or seven oldest dragon riding children in one ship, does not sound like something they would do." Moran turned. "You may continue Toria." The Crown. "I couldn't agree with you more and I intend to help you achieve that goal. What we need is a plan."The following Wednesday saw Ted Arnold in Atlanta finishing up a training session with a group of programmers. He was amazed at how quickly they picked up on the quirks of the new program and he began to see that his presence was not going to really be required for the entire three days. He would be able to finish up the session by the end of the day on Thursday and perhaps he could get a late.