“Uncle Nick bending your ear, Congressman?”“I only get to be Congressman if enough of your family votes for me,” I told her.“Uncle Nick will... get you in. Just keep coming around for lunch when you’re here,” she replied.“That’s a campaign promise I can keep, for sure.”Anastasia gave us our menus and gave us a few minutes to look at them. I went with one of my favorites, a Reuben and a chocolate shake. After she took our order, Big Bob said, “So this is where you had that fight?”I nodded. “Yeah,. He seems to think you have a gift for finding good people.’ It didn’t register on me right away. Who was Taylor McLaren? Then the lights went on. ‘Shannon’s father?’ ‘Yep. I can remember bouncing little Shannon on my knee when she was just two or so.’ ‘How does her father know about me?’ ‘Shannon and Brian. I think Taylor is trying to figure out how Brian came to run that shop on his own. That had a lot to do with him accepting the boy, you know. I think he learned that appearances can be. " She gave him a push. "Go."Talia was lying on her back with her eyes closed with a dreamy smile on her face. She opened her eyes, sat up, pulled her helmet off and scratched her head with both hands. There was a fist- sized crumpled, singed area in the center of her breastplate just above her heart. She took off her armor, stood up and stretched as if she'd just awakened from the best night's sleep that she'd ever had. Her stretching brought the slave ring around her neck into prominence. It. Next my friend the bartended rolled her over and began to fuck her ass. This guy was over 6’2″, and was also very well hung. As I watched my wife being ass fucked I looked around and saw 5 other guys watching with me. They were three Mexicans, and two Blacks, the kitchen and clean up staff. Once the bartender had come in Marcy’s ass, he turned to these five guys and told them that they could each take turns, but that they should keep on cleaning so that everyone could go home on time.For the.