’ She came closer and gazed at the five rows of ribbons on his tunic, and at the row of medals above them, touching them reverently. She ran a smal...l, white hand up and down his sleeve. She touched his sergeant-major’s patch – yellow stripes on red, three up, four down, with a star in the center – and then she ran a finger down the double rows of short diagonal stripes that ran from his wrist to his elbow. ‘What are these?’ she asked. ‘Those are called hash marks, Amy,’ he rumbled. ‘Each one. Miss Riley?” Cinnamon’s voice sounded hesitant and very un-Cinnamon.“What is it Cinnamon?” I asked.“Miss Riley, I’m in trouble,” she said formally.“Where are you, Cinnamon? Are you in jail?”“No. I’m at the Condo.”“I thought it was closed up.”“Ms. B has a key.” Damn! Brenda Lamb Barnett was back in town? “She says you are to come directly to the Condo. If you send for police, she’ll take me off the roof with her. I’m sorry, Deb. I’m scared.” The line went abruptly dead. Cinnamon must be scared.. The thought of his brother enthusiastically poking the other three females made him smile but it didn’t slow him down from spreading young Cassie’s plump cheeks and stretching her delightful quivering sphincter. He was astonished that a girl so young actually enjoyed taking it up the ass as frequently as she did with so many various cum donors. Neither of them engaged in conversation and merely concentrated on a good solid ass-fucking to start the day off right.He hoped that his brother Saul. “And you told her that your meeting was scheduled for noon and if he wasn’t there we would leave?” “Exactly,” he answered with a chuckle. “He’s trying to make us think that the meeting with us is unimportant in his busy day. The truth is that the greedy bastard is about to cream in his jeans at the idea of picking up Braxton and $10 million.” “You don’t think that he’ll accept your terms?” she asked. “Not a chance,” Evan replied. “He’s too fucking stupid to understand that he isn’t commander of.