” I grunted in reply, continuing to stuff my face. I felt a throb between my legs and grinned to myself as I thought of my secret. “Your hair is...falling in your plate, Nora,” Mom said disapprovingly from the kitchen. “Here, let me get that,” Daddy said. He got up and circled the table to stand behind me. He raked his fingers through my hair, pulling it back from my face, and I hummed happily. Daddy often played with my hair, and it was always very comforting. He wasn’t just playing, though.. I did a recce around the neighbourhood and liked what I saw. The mansions themselves were 1930s built serviced luxury apartments. No servants now of course, and their former quarters had been converted into an underground car park. The apartments overlooked a large park, and nearby was a bustling street market. I noted several likely looking hostelries and restaurants in the surrounding streets. Another plus was the railway station on the main line into central London. The nearby flight path. I guessed it to be about the size of a lemon. He was trying to get it in me. I was already pretty full of his cock. He kept pressing it in and I let him. The tip of his cock was pressing right into my cervix and he wanted to go further. I guessed he stretched something in me because I felt his knot pop inside me. As soon as that happened he stopped thrusting. He held very still.I was breathing hard too and decided to take a break. He was deep inside me and I felt a warmth there. It was way up. What I want to know is, how long has Maurice Dupree been hiding from me?"He looked at me in surprise before he busted up laughing."I tried to tell him it wouldn't work, but he seemed to think he could get away with his little charade. How long have you known he was onboard, Jon?" I had no idea until I talked to the other girls this morning. I only know one man who is a self defense instructor who has a silly little grin on his face like what the girls described. Captain, if I get my hands on.