There was plenty of JBG business for them to catch up on. Gold shipments from Polokwane were being stacked in the secure hangar. There was simply no t...me to stack the bars in the basement vault rooms.Vicky, Ching Lee and Andy were flying to the Pack countries for more meetings on terrorism. It had been quiet for a while but a new group of terrorists were starting to show up on intelligence reports. They were former ISIS and rogue terrorist from Africa. JBG intelligence gathering stations were. Your tight young body sharing my cock. Do you like it, baby? Want to be my soloist this year?” I couldn’t speak. His cock felt so good and I knew that if I moved I would start to cum and cum and not stop. He was really giving it to me balls deep. I never EVER thought of Mr Orland sexually. Now I’m sorry I didn’t visit him sooner. I whimpered breathlessly, “Oh, Mr Orland, I…. God, you are making me very wet. I…. please…. God.. I am gonna cum… please. I… Mr Orland…making me cum” I spread my legs. Perhaps it was because it was Christmas Day and still pouring withrain bringing uncomfortable thoughts of Scrooge I don't know, sogrudgingly sat down for a belated breakfast that was already getting cold.As I did so I noticed a small Christmas Card from him beside the platetogether with a small plastic bag containing the latest headphoneamplifier that he knew I'd been needing for a long time.Then as if to rub it all in the tv went silent leaving me more undecided,mixed up and lonelier for. "No, sir, it is a combination of English and some Dutch on my mother's side. They tell me they were Quakers but I think it is just a joke."Both of Gloria's parents chuckled but her mom leaned over to Gloria and "stage" whispered in her ear,"What's with the Quaker business, poopsie? Not anti-Semites, are they, dumpling?"I almost busted out laughing hearing Gloria referred to as "poopsie" and "dumpling". If anything, she was most definitely not a poopsie or dumpling."Ma, please, where is your.