J's eyes widen again at the feel of my erect six inches under her flesh. Inspiring J's crotch to heat up like three whole degrees. Smiling wickedly (I...think) I increase the tempo on her luscious wet sex. Sliding my other foot under J's shirt. I feel the smooth taught skin of her stomach. She pulls her tight shirt off, under the blanket to let me reach the nipple of her left breast. I feel her skin stretch as I give it a pinch and pull with my toes. J responds by lowering the blanket so I can. She could solve her problems her own way. But from the day Jack had been elected she had been fascinated by the ways of those in power and their opponents. If she accepted, while entertaining - and being entertained - she would doubtless become privy to all the gossip of the Westminster village. It would be like the good old days. If not at the centre of the rumour mill, Catherine would be close enough. And, who knew, among the men for whom she would open her legs in the course of duty there. Turns out I was right.Bryan had kept his word that he intended to be stricter with me going forward. Bryan gave me new rules and requirements that he expected me to follow. He took over all my bills and paid me an allowance to live on from my own check. he taught me how to budget my allowance to make it last. If I spent it all in a few days I went without until he gave me my next allowance.I discovered later that he invested all my money and it turned into a sizable investment in the. "It is marked president of the board," her Sire answered, his voice deep, powerful. His eyes flicked up to the rear-view mirror, meeting hers. He sat in the back, dressed in an expensive, Italian suit tailored to fit his strong figure.A heat flushed through Abigail's body at the memory of her Sire's teeth piercing her neck as his cock pierced her pussy. She was his. Her body given over to servicing his lusts. Her Sire had taken her for hours while Damien watched while chained to their bedroom.