"But do they really have the power to make the IRS come to heel on this?" persisted Dr. Wallace.Frank cleared his throat, staring at the table. "There... were two other people in the delegation who weren't introduced. They just sat and watched, but they nodded when the topic of our tax issues came up." He looked up. "I recognized them both. One was the President's Chief of Staff. The other was the Commissioner of Internal Revenue, the woman who heads up the Service. Oh, yes, they're in on this. "No," Wolfgang said. "They wouldn't be so polite if they wanted to arrest us." Perhaps they want to ask us questions?" Eva suggested, but neither of them thought the police had any suspicions. They were not hiding, as evidenced by their visit to their father."Someone else," he decided with a frown. "A friend of yours perhaps." Not Russian?" she asked him."No accent," Wolfgang said with a shrug.Oss Fromme had in fact been able to pass someone else off as Yuri's killer. The young man had denied. I had no idea I had to pee so bad until she stopped. I stood over the toilet with a monster hard on, trying to get it to relax, but in my mind I kept thinking of those eyes staring at me as she rubbed my cock. I don't know how, but I managed to calm myself down enough to go.When I came back out into the living room, Jane was already sitting on the couch with the remote in her hand. I hadn't noticed, but the movie had ended. I sat down next to her and she turned the television off.She turned to. “Oh god yes!” I giggled. Scott slipped my skirt off within a matter of seconds. He groaned as my g-string came into sight. “You little slut!” he shouted. “Stand up and give me a twirl so I can admire you properly.” I stood up slowly, trying to cover myself with my arms. “How did I land myself such a babe for a girlfriend?” he cooed. “Come on hunny, I like what I see!” A tingle ran through my body – he thought I was a babe! Timidly I turned on the spot with my hands on my hips. “How’s that? I.