“Hurry up in there Henry, you retard!” Emma cried.I ignored her. I do what I want around here and we all know it. Hey, I'm not too much of a dick ...bout it, so it's cool!When I felt like getting out of the shower I stepped out and dried my hair a bit before wrapping the towel around my waist. I opened the door to see my youngest sister standing there looking adorable, confused and sleepy. My cock instantly woke up and started to solidify underneath the towel.Her eyes roved over me slowly and I. They arrived at 1000 on the nose. I took them to one of the meeting rooms along with my portable office and the papers I had brought.“Louis, President Bisset, do the names Fatin Bashir or Butros Tayfur mean anything to either of you?’’ I asked.“No, should they?” Louis asked as President Bisset was shaking his head.This was going to be a lot harder than I thought.“Fatin Bashir is the brother of Major General Adeem Mohamed Bashir who was promoted to commander of the Iranian Republican Guard. I smiled as she raised herself up to place those soft, sweet lips on mine, kissing me as her hand began a slow rhythm on my member. Gently, her tongue eased its way out of the confinement of her mouth and slowly began to playfully lick at my lips, I pulled her closer to me and let our tongues play with each others just a second before she pulled back from me and grinned that devilish grin again. Before I even had a chance to protest her pulling away, she had already begun slowly kissing her. He looked deep into her large brown eyes and said, "You're gonna be okay. Just sit down beside me. You'll be okay Chyler."Chyler's legs began to buckle. Her tears were still coming in streams."I want my Daddy..." Chyler sobbed down at Frank.Frank's groin swelled again at the sound of Chyler saying Daddy. His erection swelled up in between Mia's legs, her head buried in her Dad's neck and her knees on either side of her Dad's thighs. Frank's hands were in the most ideal of places. His right hand.