“What the bluidy hell is this boy up to?” a jet-black head turned a scowl to his wife.Aileen had no time, or information, to answer to that becaus... the newcomers neared them.“Father, Aileen,” Sam greeted. Unlike Taran, who wore his usual red and black tartan, Sam looked utterly elegant in breeches, dark coat and cravat over a white shirt. The English style suited him, she must admit. “Let me introduce you to Mrs Harriet Stratham.”Aileen remembered him talking about her—a lot—since the first. He hissed and closed his eyes. He was sure he was sweating so badly, that the seat beneath him was going to get soaked through. Klaus didn’t seem to joke about it; his hand continued the steady pumping, and Jake wanted nothing but for the man to stop. Or increase his rhythm; he no longer knew what he wanted.“Hey,” Klaus cooed gently. “Open your eyes.”Like a petulant c***d, Jake shook his head and squeezed his eyes closed even more.“If you don’t, I won’t finish,” the gorgeous man issued the. Now, Kareema was laying on Amith, and looking upwards. Her arms were locked and her legs were off the bed, and so were those of Amith. Channa got between her legs, rammed her pussy once, bent down, and held each of her tits in each of his hands.“Aah, that hurts,” Kareema moaned, but not in a hurt tone.Channa started fucking her, using the ‘boob holds’ to move his body back and forth.“Ah, yeah, fuck my fucking pussy.”After a while, he kept her tits pulled towards him, and started fucking her in. This young woman will not allow us to keep her cooped up. She is so hardheaded that logic does not work on her. She will still want to take down the family by herself. I cannot put her in jail because she has done nothing illegal. I have no idea what I am going to do with her, Mister President. She is going to cause me the heart attack my two daughters have been trying to give me for the past 16 years. I do not want to lose that girl, I would never forgive myself. The president looked around.