Cornell's ikon story seemed to have been fabricated for our consumption. He knew of the link between Frau Meyer and Angela and learned of the sale. He... probably guessed that I would keep digging, discover the link and then back off to protect Angela. It was subtle and would have been effective apart from that false start involving Angela's father. I couldn't believe the currency story. It just didn't fit. There was only one conclusion I kept returning to. Angela's father was alive and someone. ‘Pompous,’ she replied. ‘He wants to make sure everyone knows how much money he’s got.’ Laura was surprised. She had an acute sensitivity to deception and evasion, and it seemed to her that Elspeth’s reply was both frank and candid. Mentally she entered a tentative cross next to ‘Mr Marjoribanks?’ But she needed to be sure. ‘Don’t you find, though,’ she asked, as if raising a point of abstract academic interest, ‘that there’s something appealing about a man of substance like that? A slightly. " I slipped my middle finger into her cunt. Her wetness seemed more slippery than before. I went knuckle deep then turned my finger and rubbed it across her G-Spot like I was motioning her to come to me. Essie moaned more deeply now and her breathing stepped up. She was building for an orgasm. I slipped my index finger in now also. With two fingers rubbing her G-Spot, she climaxed. I pressed my fingers tight up against her spot and held them there with as much pressure as I could exert. Essie's. I knew he was going to make me cum and I couldn’t squirt all over the darkroom. I didn’t explain but I told him to go back to sliding straight instead of curved into me. I was so close. I told him just to rub my clit while fucking me with one finger. I told him ‘fuck yes. don’t stop.’ I could feel the orgasm coming. I moaned I’m coming and he could feel my whole body shudder. He looked stunned. He pulled his fingers out of my pussy and licked them clean. Damn he looked sexy sucking his first.