Her eyesleft the gunman and turned back to the door. She saw a figure dressedin a long black coat with a black ski mask on. She watched as thefigure... took the man's gun and snapped it in half, completely destroyingthe weapon. "What's happening?" Eugene asked, unable to see anywhere but directlyabove him.---I could see the four bodies of heat inside the kitchen. One right onthe other side of the door, the other on the far end; both were armed. Megan and Gene were talking while the two stood. I spread my legs as far as the bench would allow me and pushed my well-shaped behind up. Mr. Willis carefully moved his hand between my legs massaging the lotion onto the inside of my thighs. I teasingly looked over my shoulder, hooked my fingers into the thong, pulled it up until the thin fabric could no longer cover my twat completely, and partly disappeared between the crack, with the intended result. Only a second later Mr. Willis was massaging my butt-cheeks and rubbing my twat and with. Everything looks so good,” Sharon said while examining the contents of the tray. She took a small square of toast topped with caviar, a mushroom stuffed with crab meat, and a small piece of bread topped with pâté. She took a bite of the bread with pâté and said, “This is excellent.”“Thank you,” Ann said. She went on to offer the appetizers to everyone else.Sharon watched the give and take that went along with the simple act of serving the appetizers. The entire time that Ann had been. " Mandas? Who's that?"Ardon laughed. "Pity that the King did not execute him. Or even remove him from his post." Yes, there is that," said Norlan in a suddenly neutral voice.Ardon raised an eyebrow."Yes?" said Norlan."What of Mandas?"Norlan shook his head."You are one who has always chosen his words carefully, Lord Ambassador." Or I could simply be playing the game again. Perhaps I consider you a piece I am moving into play."Lord Ardon recoiled. "Now, that was indeed crass, Norlan. Take care.