" Then she burst out laughing again, greatly amused with herself.Alan laughed too, but then said, "In all seriousness, I need to talk to you at length...about you know who."Simone continued to pant and work her hips. She took her time getting around to answering Alan, but said between slightly labored breaths, "Ah yes. My favorite subject. Well, that and trying to decide on baby names." Simone! Cut it out!" Alan was in an all-business, no-sex mood, but Simone's pregnancy jokes were starting to. ”“Sarah, please be honest. Have you ever tried some objects or did you always use your fingers?”“Well... at the beginning I only used my fingers. Some month ago my friends started to speak about the objects they sometimes use. They spoke about candles and even some vegetables and I was shocked. On the other hand I wanted to know how it feels but even after days and weeks of thinking I had no idea until I remembered your little pocket rocket. That was two weeks ago but until now I was too. "What does your father think of it?" He's not here, unfortunately. He drove down to Petaluma to meet with some union people." Hmm ... Tell, me does your building have internal security cameras?" Sure, Daddy insisted on it for insurance reasons." Well then throw your weight around a little and get the security staff to show you what was recorded. Maybe you'll get some ammunition to use against the little shit." I like the way you think, Cooper," her laugh dropped down into that low, shivery. When she realized the sorry state she was in, she scampered to her knees. Before she could stand up though, she came face to face with something that nearly made her scream.Nathan was no longer behind her. Instead, he was standing right in front of her with his waist at head level. His rather engorged member was exposed through the fly of his pants and was a mere inch from Teresa’s mouth. She did not know why she stopped herself from screaming. Part of her just realized it was not as shocking.