Apparently my detail was not far from my office, because they were inside with me almost before the guy got out the door. “Mr. Jones we are heading ...o the Port of New Orleans to offer assistance to the raiding party. Obviously the current staff didn’t think to read me in before the teams took off, so you need to find out where we’re going and get me there, pronto.” Mr. Jones didn’t argue. He nodded to the other three agents and stepped out to light some fires under the internal group.It took a. She even closed her eyes; there was no playful flirtation here, she just wanted to kiss him. Kiss the young man, make all his problems go away, take him, protect him, hold him, and just hug him. He sank into her kiss, so she wrapped her arms around him entirely, and cradled his smaller form against her.He was hers. Her little Ventrue.~~Jack~~He awoke in her office. Thankfully, like Julias’s place, it automatically sealed itself come sunrise. She’d let him sleep there, since it was so late there. Turns out it was on the far side of the room with a half eaten salami sandwich popping out the top, so I swallowed the puke reflux and braced myself for the next killer line.‘Seriously, it’s uncanny.’Stop it, I’m getting dizzy here.He grinned and then slouched on the edge of Dad’s desk with one of his moccasins hanging lazily off the end of his foot. (If you’re gonna wear white socks, please at least keep them clean.)Mum faux blushed and told him to ‘give over’ with a playful swish of her hand. I took him in my feet, toying with him, brushing his shaft between my insteps, watching his face contort suddenly realizing this was a newish form of sex he seemed to enjoy, 'You like that, dont you Nigger?' I worked him as he repeatedly adjusted himself to maximize his enjoyment to my foot administrations, I was wanking him and it amused me to do it like this, and he started to spurt, he was cumming and the sperm struggled to free itself from my bindings of leather lace, I dropped my foot and.