Brian was enjoying this. His cock was getting hard and he wasn’t going anywhere. He turned and locked the door behind himself. ‘I’m not going to...spoil your evening,’ he said. ‘You go ahead and do your thing. I’ll just sit over here quiet as a mouse.’ He pulled up a chair directly in front of the bed. Debbi knew that Brian wasn’t likely to just watch and leave, but she was so hot for her teacher, and this looked like the only way. She decided to accept the compromise and ignore the leering. Your Contessa has you and your men. If she wants to send a message to the Elders, why not send some of you to deliver it to their doorsteps in the night? Speaking of which, I got a flag last night, which said that Nigel Mander had entered the US via Portland, Oregon, on a San Finzione Cultural Attaché passport; I’d meant to call you and ask about that. Since everyone knows that ‘Cultural Attaché’ means ‘assassin,’ I am guessing that he is on the payroll and that Yorkshire has resurfaced.”“Si,”. They asked me if I was dating and I had to tell them that I’d broken up with my last girlfriend a couple months earlier and hadn’t found anybody that I thought was interesting since.Dinner was much like the night before and I said I had some reading to do for my class the next day so I retired to the bedroom kind of early. From time to time one of the girls would stop in and asked if there was anything that I needed. I really got the feeling that they wanted my attention so I read rapidly and. Not from there in a reflection. Did Mom know about the bookcase? Is that why she lifted her dress? Did she get off on danger? Was it an invitation to continue? There was only one way to find out. In the next foray forward over Mom's legs, I drew up short and then slipped my hands up onto her hips, paused, then slid them around onto her bare tummy, my fingertips dipping in to her large, sunken navel. Other than a minor flinch from exploring fingers, there was no response. Mom kept playing.