Unless it was all connected, somehow.Conspiracy, or not, the day was filled with an unending line of critical decisions, signatures needed, people to ...meet and things to do. It was well past dinner when I dragged myself up to the Quarters and flopped down on the nearest couch. Jennifer spoke quietly to a servant and dinner magically appeared.“How is my Honey?” I crooned, sweeping her onto my lap and enjoying a little slap and tickle before supper.Jennifer giggled and then frowned. “If you are. ”“A late prize,” Lucy gulped.“But all the better for that,” Robbie whispered. He had been forty-four when Lucy had been born; and Lucy still hadn’t quite reached forty.Lucy just hugged her father to her for a moment before sitting up again. “I’m guessing you haven’t told Mum or Peter?”Robbie shook his head. “I don’t know that your mum would have understood and I know she wouldn’t have wanted it for herself. Peter was too young to go in at the time, then it became too dangerous for political. . are all in my hands right now, to do with as I please.” To accentuate his statement, he pinched the nipple suddenly and harshly, provoking a small gasp from her. And while his tone betrayed nothing but menacing intent, she could sense something more urging him on. Something no less powerful but far more primal.“It´s not an offer,” she replied, trying to shake her head before realizing once more how tightly he held her. “I just think we can both agree that it would be a shame if you just. That would make me so happy,’ she squeals. Your right hand spreads her pussy wide so your tongue can explore her full depths and curl against her walls, while your thumb of your left hand begins to rub her clit in circles. Slowly, then feverously. Stephanie begins to arch her back some more and her moans get more audible. Soon the sounds of her moans are drowned out by a knocking. A knocking, then a pounding at the door. ‘You in there, Stephanie?’ you hear shouted from the hallway. You pause.