I wanted to know why Karen called me and asked me here.I was just turning to ask her when Tiffany came back.Unnoticed by the rest of us, Ashley left."...I bet you girls all are wondering why I called you here." Tiffany started."You could say that." Debbie replied."I am." Diane added."I'm not." Karen said.I did not say anything. I knew she'd notice me soon enough.And so she did. "Karen, Diane, I know why you girls are here. Karen recommended Debbie, so her I understand being here too. But why's Mr.. I went upstairs, and passed my step-sister’s room to see she wasn’t home, so I really did have the house to myself. I entered my room and wasted no time collapsing onto my bed, dozing off into dream land. I was awoken by the sound of the shower running, so Paris must have been home after her swim. I sighed and stretched, and looked at the clock, 5:56. Time to make dinner. Or order it. Whichever, really. I got up to go to the bathroom to ask Paris what she wanted, but stopped when I saw her. On seeing that my cock reached its full size’s immediately took it out and started to stroke it. After some time while I was about to cum I looked at the door .it was open and I found neha standing there and watching me. I tried to hide my cock but as I was about to come I cannot and I pumped my cum into the floor. Very soon I zipped my pant. And came out and stood before her with head down and asked sorry for doing that.From that incident I felt ashamed to go to her house. I stopped going to. First, the party was in a bind for a candidate in the 2nd District. Longtime Representative Howard Bass was defeated during the Presidential election. He declined to try again. Second, Mr. Webber was honest enough to know when he was being irrational. Third, he was feeling heat about not already having a good candidate.Eventually, he agreed to meet me in a public place. We literally settled our differences over a pool table. From that point on, it was a matter of whether I would have the amount.