"I think I was getting to her. Tears were forming in her eyes. She finally said, "I'm sorry. I didn't think about the public." I know you didn't. This...has nothing to do with my deep-seated jealousy. I don't want Charles to end up being charged as a child molester."She started to cry. I pulled her to me. "I love you, 'Lyssa. I know that you don't want Charles taken away. So, just keep it in our house or in private where no one can see."She sniffled and said, "I promise." I feel better. I admire. I sighed. “Okay. Let’s do it and keep me posted on any issues.”“You know the hardest part of all of this?” Bluey asked as we looked at a shared spreadsheet over the video conference. “I have to keep checking that we’re handling the conversion from millions to trillions correctly. Christ Paul, this will be the fifth largest private bank in the world this year based on assets under management. We’ve already got a hundred and twenty trillion dollars on the balance sheet.”“That’s why I want to make. He strode forward and stood in his magnificent nakedness at the front of the dais, his feet planted firmly apart, his arms folded across his chest and his majestic cock jutting from his groin like a curved tree-trunk. He said not a word but his presence filled the hall. Waves of masculine lust radiated from him mingling with the feminine lust of the nuns so that faces became flushed, nipples stood painfully stiff and juices tricked from already damp cunts. With a collective sigh, the nuns fell. She was an advance scout for the female army that had bedeviled him for the better part of the past year. So far, they had been unable to pry anything from her, except her name, which was Martica.Draconis hoped he could make her talk soon; she couldn’t last much longer, and he was weary of the cold.“Tell me what I want to know, Martica, and I promise you a quick and merciful death. Tell me where I can find your commanders.”The girl raised her head painfully, her blue eyes glazed and feverish,.