I didn’t even make it in the room and she had my cock out and half way down her throat. She literally blew me with the door open for about three min...tes. Finally, she let me in the room and allowed me to remove my clothes. When I put my keys and wallet on the night stand, I noticed she had brought her toys. She brought a seven inch gel vibrator and a nine inch dildo that was really thick. She said she brought them to put on a show for me. She is a giver. Once my clothes were off, we continued. There's a special mailing that's gone out from somewhere. It's got a copy of the L.A. Times story, and a letter, and a proxy form asking our members to give their proxies to someone named John Pacobel. I never heard of this Pacobel character, and the membership rolls show he only joined the Defenders two weeks ago." How the hell big is this mailing?" Big. Just as a guess, I'd guess that it went to every member we have." How the hell did someone do that? Who did it? And, for that matter, it. " You lived in that small parlor?" I asked softly, seeking confirmation of something that I knew was true but couldn't quite believe."I lived there. Four or five of us slept in one room. We were only allowed to buy food in the nearby supermarket. There was a room in the back that had an oven, a microwave, a washer. We had to put our clothes outside to dry." When she said that, I nodded; I'd often noticed clothes drying out back. That was the one telltale sign that the women were essentially. Dad tried to pour some more wine, but the bottle was now empty. The buzz was feeling good, helping to suppress the guilt and conflicting emotions. I sat there looking at the man across the table from me realizing that if he were not my father, I would be jumping his bones like there was no tomorrow. He was good looking, and frankly, now I was curious how he would be in bed. Peyton had been quick to say that he was a great lover.“I’m sorry Peanut, when I reached out to Bethany, I didn’t think it.