She told me take off my shoes and the jacket and sit on the couch. She went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of wine. I looked at her as ...she handed me one of them."It's okay," she assured me, "you can drink it. I know you sneak beers anyway."She sat next to me and put her hand on my thigh, leaned in, and starting talking into my ear in a low, growly voice."Remember last Sunday, in your room, with your sister?"I swallowed some wine before croaking out a yes."Well, that was for your. " Yes!" Susan hissed softly."I want to turn you into my own personal cock-slave, Mother." Yes! I want that too!" she moaned. She was beginning to buck and rotate her hips with her son's foot motions, her hands pressed on the back of the chair seat to support herself. Susan's clit had swollen outward and the pressure of John's foot against it was sending cascades of pleasure throughout her cunt and up into her belly."I want you to worship my prick, Mother. I want you to thirst for my cum!" Oh. I have a list of account numbers in the US that suspicious deposits have been made to,” Burt said.“His accounts are not very secure; just a simple passwords that he keeps in a file on the computer,” Robert added.“Keep all the information you find on the Prince and his connections close; don’t send any more to the Task Force. If they go checking the numbers and get careless, we could lose it all again. It’s too close to the Africa safari for that,” I said.After the normal office meeting and. How are things going for Doug?”“Fairly good, Ken. We are still dealing with the last of the fall-out of someone shooting at Doug and we are also trying to finalize the arrangements for tomorrow’s press conference. Doug will probably not have time to talk with this woman, but he may decide it would be a good break for him.“Do you think this woman will try to force her way onto the ranch, Ken?”“Well, I really don’t know, Cindy. Why?”“Well, dealing with them is more than we have time for right.