The sound of their bodies colliding began to make a soft smacking sound and the smell of pheromones filled the little room. She moaned aloud "I'm his...fuck toy father… " She raised herself up using her arms as support beams so that he could penetrate her faster and deeper. She winced and breathed heavily as he pounded her little cunt. She could feel his balls smack against her lightly with each motion. Her voice was shaky and raspy, and her head swarmed with the sensation of having her Sir's. “Thanks, sweetheart. I’m surprised you didn’t let me fall.”“You know I can’t stay mad at you.”His brow wrinkled. Stephanie had said the same thing once before. “Is that a loyalty gene thing or a love thing?”Reflections from the first-floor emergency light made Stephanie’s eyes twinkle. “I don’t know,” she shrugged. “Maybe a little of both?”A thought occurred; she’d run down the stairs without a problem. “You can see in the dark, can’t you?” His eyes had adjusted even more because he caught. They sat there and watched the boy for a couple of hours; he simply lay down on the bench and slept. Michael got up, walked over to the booth and sat down opposite the boy, and nudged him awake.The boy bolted upright in no time, staring around at his surroundings, taking in everything, he obviously hadn’t realise that he’d walked into a bar. “What’s your name, kid?” Michael inquired politely.“Jessie” the boy answered meekly.“You know where you are?” Michael asked.“No sir” Jessie replied;“Your. "A motor car was waiting in the yard. Don Luis stepped in with the four detectives:"Place Beauveau," he said to the driver."No, Rue Vineuse," said one of the detectives, correcting him."Oho!" said Don Luis. "His Excellency's private residence! His Excellency prefers that my visit should be kept secret. That's a good sign. By the way, dear friends, what's the time?"His question remained unanswered. And as the detectives had drawn the blinds, he was unable to consult the clocks in the street.It.