He looked even bigger looking up at him from my knees. "Get on the couch. On your back." He commanded in a stern voice. I did as I was told. "You want...me to fuck you, don't you boy?" He asked. "Yes" I managed to whisper through my heaving breaths as I lied on the couch, knees apart and pulled to my chest. He laughed to himself and said "That's a good boy." He again retrieved the bengay and rubbed a bit on his cock. I just laid there watching this disgusting man rub lube on his naked cock as he. The four of us shared a tender embrace, knowing that for better or for worse, our lives were about to change again. And that we were in this together.We each kissed one another, then changed clothes. I shed my jeans and sweatshirt and pulled on a nice pair of khakis and a button-down shirt. I admired each of the girls as they slipped on slinky cocktail dresses.I went over to the small refrigerator and drew out a bottle of champagne. Leah produced six flutes and kissed me gently on the cheek.. I lower my eyes and apologize quickly, I hear him laugh, poke my nose, and he walks over to his seat, undoes his pants to his ankles and sits down and starts eating. Anything else you need before I start serving you my king? I ask. No he says in-between mouthfuls knees, now. I drop down before he even has time to say now, and with a thud I hit the floor, my boobs bouncing heavily up and down on my chest. I crawl over to him and duck under the table. I rub my hands up and down his legs, under. MI6, etc., have their own means of collecting information, so are probably best left to it.”“That is all very well, Reg, but this man and his relatives have been a thorn in our flesh for a considerable time. We have some justification for any ‘meddling’ as you call it. My dad can be asked to be circumspect in what he might do. His people are like a secret army of their own. Take Mr Fixit, for example. We don’t even know his name, but he gets things done, sharpish. That is the standard that my.