The ringing tone came through clearly and I held my breath, who was going to answer?"Hello," said a woman's voice in my ear."Good evening," I responde..., "You, err, left me a note to call you." Oh," said the voice in surprise, "I take it that you are the person who dared my daughter?" I am if your daughter is Natasha Young," I responded."She is," replied Helen. "Do you have a name?" I do, but you can call me 'Tom' for now." Well, Tom, as I spelt out in my note," she said, "there are two options.. “That's a good bit of money Matthew” I persisted “Oh I'm sure you got it laying around somewhere dad, cause you haven't give mom anything for months. Now get ur ass up and go get me my bike, or do I need to call the sheriff ?” Dad raises his hands in that 'ok' gesture, and just says ok Matthew, ok. “And don't forget the gear either” “Gear” ? Dad responds looking confused. “Gear dad, gear---boots, helmet, chest protector---all that shit. You wouldn't want your prized jock ass son to get hurt. Marietta turned around and strode to her own desk, and I went back behind mine, afraid to look at my colleagues. * I had to stay late -- late enough so that my colleagues were all gone -- and only Marietta and I were left. The barely concealed grins when my co-workers gone home had been mortifying, though Evie’s ‘Bye’ was accompanied by a strange wink. Finally, Marietta nodded at me. Like a spy in those cheap movies, I sneaked down the corridor and past the other offices with a thumping. Jack flipped his sister on her back and she let out a few soft moans as he lightly ground his pelvis into her sopping wet pussy and cupped her soft breasts. After what seemed like an hour, Jack broke the kiss and she moaned with delight as he slowly kissed down her neck and left a trail of kisses down her body, pausing between her tits. He took each nipple into his mouth, lightly sucking them before kissing down her soft stomach. As she raised her legs up and spread her thighs, Jack hooked his.