I would have much preferred calling theProtectorate or some other group of heroes directly, but it wasn't asthough I actually had their number. I only... hoped that the mention ofJack being involved in this would speed things up and get my tip theattention it deserved."Now that I've taken care of that," I mused to myself with a deep scowl."I can focus on taking care of Meyhem and stopping that impostor."I felt more than a little awkward as I stepped through the main entranceof the building I'd. At 39 Jane was an extremely good-looking woman. She lay back down on the bed and lamented her ‘advancing age.’ She knew she was good looking but never made much of it. Men still turned their heads when she walked by. Jane, however, never thought much of it or of herself as being attractive particularly to younger men and contrary to her own feeling of being good looking. Even though much younger men found her very attractive and told her so she knew no younger man could possibly desire a woman. His face was completely covered by her throbbing crotch. Her hairy cunt lips were spread wide and gave him full access to every part of her throbbing pussy. Jean was frantically working his cock with her mouth. It had grown to it's former size and was throbbing in her mouth. Little drops of cum were dripping from it's tip and her tongue lashed at them while her hands continued to pump on the shaft of Steve's massive erection. His cock had grown to such an immense size that she had wrapped. ‘Night, boss have a good evening! Oh,and g’night to you, too, Ms. Appleton!’ Jack’s voice came out in a muffled squeak. ‘Um, good night, Jean, see you tomorrow, drive safely.’ Gail raised her lipsticked mouth and wiped the spittle off of her cheek. ‘Good night, Jean, I have him in good hands, don’t worry!’ The nanosecond that Jack heard the deadbolt lock click on the outer door, he picked Gail up by her hips, carried her to his office door, slammed it shut, and, gripping Gail’s muscular thighs,.