.."It wouldn't be advisable tokeep Him waiting, as you two well know and she's going to learn" He turnedand closed the door softly as he left and Jenn...ifer leaned her head onMyrna's shoulder, her mind alive with what she'd heard and felt in the lasthour..."Come now Jennifer, we have to dress you and we can't be late" Myrnawhispered as she helped her from the bath...***To be Continued***Chapter Two...Jennifer looked at the things arrayed on the settee in the foyer of thebath as Alicia and Myrna. Slowly pulling away from the curb, I watch as she unrolls the wad of four fifties. Her look is one of astonishment, and then she looks towards the Suburban.On the way home, I use the time to contemplate. Zoey could be the perfect choice. She has the tools to be my bookkeeper. She is alone in the world and a good job offer would help regain her pride. Until I open an office in one of the apartments, she could use the office in the garage. All that is needed are telephone lines and a source of. ”As the truck rolls closer to the blockade, the soldier directing traffic simply waves them on upon seeing the logo. His orders are simple: trucks with Floyd Movers logos pass through with no questions asked. And while the soldier may find it odd, order are not to be questioned, only followed. Both men inside the cab of the truck smile in elation as they pass through into the city beyond.“We made it through without trouble, Commander,” Chou calls over the radio, a secured line set up by Donald. Jamal shook his head slowly and pulled the front of his jeans open with his left thumb, and with his right hand he pulled out his hard, black cock. He started to slowly stroke it as he watched me shake my ass. I loved that he was stroking himself as the voices grew louder. Thankfully, we were standing next to an Exit Only door, but it was still erotic that he was doing it.As the voices passed the door, I turned again to face him. I let go of my shirt down and squatted in front of Jamal. I.