Things were quiet and I was into my work when I heard Richard's chair move away from his desk. I tensed as he walked past me and went into the break r...om. He just looked over his shoulder and smirked at me before disappearing behind the door. Richard came out of the break room with a cup of coffee and walked over to me and sat on my desk. That grin still in his face. "Doing anything on your days off?" He asked casually.I blushed and looked up at him again. I wiggled in my chair and I could feel. Her tongue flicked out to catch the last little bit on the ejaculation suspended on the tip of his piss hole. In that instant, I knew, I resolved, that the cock I was watching would be the cock to first know and to rip apart the virgin cherry hidden between my legs. The mere fact that he was able to keep his cock hard while the juice of his first orgasm still spilled from her pussy was enough to convince me.I gasped, and it was audible. They both turned toward the sound. He jumped up, grabbed. ”“Sure, but then why kill Julie? What possible reason could Samar have for holding her alive for four or five days and then killing her just before or just after he blew up the armory? None of that makes sense.”“Maybe she learned of the plan?” Whitaker said in a voice that suggested even she didn’t believe it.“But why did guys jump her in a parking lot at night. It was a good setup, sure, but they could have been seen. That’s a hell of a lot riskier than Samar just calling her up on the phone. “Oh, crap,” the youngster moaned. “I remember now. I didn’t fall—I was pushed through!”Rebecca took the teen’s hand and helped her stand. “You should know that you’re in The Hall of the Gate. In the High Palace of Norkaal.” She smiled apologetically. “What’s more important is when you are, sweetie.” She hesitated. “Did someone mention a 1000 years?”Young-Rebecca groaned and held up her hand. “Please, no more of this time travel nonsense.” She eyed the gate warily. “Will that take me.