Yeuhan and Vanni were no help to the boy; they did everything they could to tease or stroke him when they could get away with it.I slammed him against...the door and kissed him hard. "Watching you has been unreal." I told him."Oh God, papa!" He moaned. "Fuck me, fuck me! Please fuck me! I can't stand it anymore!" Can't stand what?" I pulled out the remote and turned it all the way up. "This?"He cried out. "Jesus God! It's so not the same!" He gasped. "I want you, papa! Stick that big black cock. .. But usually my titles are a little less formal - The Old Man's Brat Son, Golden Boy, His Majesty," CJ joked."Ohhh! So Daddy owns...Benson...ah. I'm a little slow," I said, embarrassed."Yep. I work for my dad. Mystery solved," CJ replied, smiling. "But it isn't like everyone thinks. I mean, I have my degree in business. And I've started my MBA." Oh no! I didn't mean it like that. I'm sure His Majesty is VERY smart!"CJ shook his head. "I see I've stepped in it now." Nah. It's OK. You wanna. "They have only one brand on them, mister. If you have no other business here, I would appreciate it if you would move on and go about your business."It was a bit harsh but it was the only language these yahoos understood. If you gave them an inch they would take a yard and that was dead certain.The cool stranger just sat his saddle and hooked his off leg around the horn and rolled him a smoke using only one hand. It was an indication he was plenty saddle savvy and wise enough to keep his gun. Common sense suggested she take her time making a decision like that. And the power of observation resulted in Kennedy reaching the conclusion that the expression on the other girl's face was concern, not contempt for a crybaby.Kennedy wiggled a bit, settling herself firmly, seeking to control her emotions."Miss Kennedy," Mr. Glastonbury was speaking barely above a whisper, "you are a very special young woman. You haven't begun to scratch the surface of those things you can do, in either sense..