“What happened to your party?” he asked, not really caring one way or the other.“No one wanted to come,” she said, “They all had plans.”Ro...s nodded and went back to sipping his whisky.“Can I have some of that?” she asked.Ross looked at her and frowned.“Are you gonna keep griping all night?” he asked.She pouted once more and wrinkled her nose.“I guess not,” she said finally.Ross looked her over and finally nodded.“Fine,” he said, “But the first sign of whining or spouting off about how hard done. ’‘Hands behind your back.’‘Good girl.’‘Yes, choke on it.’I lock my muscles against the tremble that runs through me like a current and clench my jaws again.I might choke and Professor Montgomery would hear me. He would come over and investigate.He would look underneath Matt Keane’s table and see my big, round backside sticking out, sloppily draped with my short skirt, my pussy peeking out between my cheeks, the gusset of my panties soaked with my juice like dark ink, clinging to my puffy lips. Gavin noticed that Henry's eyes went first of all to his grandson and a look that might have been relief flitted across his features. He guessed that was only natural, as the boy was now Henry's heir and perhaps his last remaining link to his dead son, Johnny.In contrast, Gavin saw that Lord Richard Malmesbury was openly studying him, a little smile playing on his lips and a look of expectation in his eyes."What's that all about I wonder?" Gavin thought to himself.Both of the older men had got. When this fails they ask me to simply feed them a little information now and then as a confidential informant. They try to play on my sense of morality. They always fail. I speak to them politely, as I've been instructed, and tell them nothing, terminating the interview as quickly as possible. I then report the contact to Mr. Rancuri, as I've also been instructed.As the two agents, undoubtedly from the Seattle office, approached me, Seefor, who'd been lying beside the open doorway gave a little.