We've got security in this building, and at least one armed and competent guard should be able to get there in 2 to 3 minutes maximum."All coded? Give...me a couple of minutes to enter your codes." She swiveled her chair to the computer, typed for a bit, and turned back. "All done." Her legs were no longer crossed because it's really hard to type with crossed legs. She giggled, as if doing something still new, leaned back in her chair, and lifted one leg high, stroking it. I realized that it. " By this time King had padded back and was looking at the woman with deep sympathy showing in his eyes.The woman looked at the tiger and just managed to say, "Thank..." when she lost consciousness."Can ... Do you think ... Will they be able to save her, Mistress?" King asked. "I tried my very best..." King," Marty said softly, "you were utterly perfect! If anything happens to this woman it would only be because we didn't get here soon enough. Darling, they did nothing to her — nothing at all —. . I tried to remember through the drunken stupor that was the months of unemployment - had I seen anything? Had I witnessed my son trying to get intimate with Shona, his mother? The real question however, was - why was my hand reaching for my cock as I sat there reading and looking at what my son had been doing to his unsuspecting mother?As I read more, his posts, and those of the other forum members, made it abundantly clear what had been going on. Whilst I'd drunk myself to sleep on the sofa. " Mandy said to me."Not a problem." I said with a smile."Guys, this is Becky." Mandy introduced her companion.Talk about a contrast. Mandy was tall, I guessed around 6', an inch taller than myself. She had a slinky little body, narrow in the hips and shoulders, fairly small tits, and very long legs. Her friend Becky on the other hand was shorter, maybe 5' 6". She was more voluptuous, rounder in the hips, bigger boobs, and dark hair. I noticed when we were introduced, Becky avoided eye.