"Dad, help me!"He chuckled. I knew this was to be my own battle. He was going to stay clear away from this one."So what are you planning, Mom, and don...'t say nothing. I know you better than that. Tell me what you have in mind."She looked a bit miffed, as though I'd spoiled her fun."Well ... First we need to pick out some clothing, so you'll look nice." Hold it, right there. If I'm dressed anyway other than normal, they're going to think that is what I would expect." There's nothing wrong with. I had heard through the grape vine that Sam had a big boat he liked to take up to the Finger Lakes from time to time. It just seemed that if a man could afford all that, he could pay his workers a living wage. Then there was Rachel Gault. When I started at my job, Rachel Brown was a secretary in the parts department. She was five or six years older than I and built like a brick shit house. Every brick was in place!She was single but would never date any of the guys at work. She made it clear. I had actually been enjoying it to that point, and was looking forward to the fun we always had in the shower in the past. But then I caught a glimpse of Joey sniffing the unwashed fingers he had used to massage my ass, and I shuddered with disgust when he actually tasted it with his tongue.I couldn't help but hesitate when he moved to kiss again. But Joey knew what he was doing, and after feeling his hands going up and down my back, gently humping our dicks together while he patiently suckled. She drops her hands and spins toward the other container looking for Rythern. He isn’t there. Has he escaped somehow? I haven’t gone anywhere, at least not in the sense that you are thinking. ‘Enough of your games,’ the assassin shouts. ‘Come out you fool, show yourself!’ The voice laughs as clear as if it were right next to her. The assassin whips around ready for an attack, but it doesn’t come. Instead the laughter deepens. You are stuck with me assassin. You better get used to it. Tsyr Ker.