Chapter 7

Bailey was kneeling next to me with her cheek resting against my hip, her warm palm cupping my balls while she unhurriedly fisted my half engorged putz. Unconsciously my finger combed Bailey 's soft curls, in metre with her easy caressing.

Hannah caught my eye as she pushed her sunglasses up into her blonde Robert Floyd Curl Jr. ; grinned then shove off me a kiss. I smiled happily, contemplating my best-loved cousin. Her shape was perfect not too hot, not too cold -- her porridge was just veracious ! Slim, trim and yet with gymnast and terpsichorean sinew and long, long branch. Did I mention that Hannah was double-dyed ? Thought so !

I tugged upward on Bailey 's hair. bailey lithely gained her feet and I took the opportunity to snog her tempting lips.

When we came up for air I took Bailey 's hand, we walked to Hannah on her lounger. I leaned down to buss Hannah as her weapon went around me pulling me close. Time suspended as I lost myself staring into those mysterious racy eye tasting those back talk touching that flawless skin. Hannah 's lips were in constant move tenderly kissing my face, capitulum, eyes, chin, and lips.

I was on my back with Hannah sprawled on top of me. Do n't know how that happened but I 'm not complaining. My concentrated dick was trapped between us ; the clash of her embrocate hide was a delectable torture.

Hannah held my look with just her fingertips as she lovingly gazed into my eyes saying tenderly, `` I 've always loved you Billy. You just never realized how much. ``

Her wet incision slowly massaged my tool as she continued, `` I told Melissa, that I 'd do anything at all for you ...

She stared intently into my optic as she breathed, `` ... Anything. You ... just ... never ... asked. ``

My cock jolted at her Bible. Hannah smirked at my wide-eyed expression. She quickly covered my mouthpiece with her fingers before I could answer. Her mitt drifted down between our torso until it reached my throbbing cock. I groaned as her thumb spread out pre-cum across the head.

Hannah 's body shifted until my cockhead was inside her. Hannah unhurriedly settled and I entered her. Hannah stopped with me cryptic inside her, amazing muscles massaging me. I was incoherent, groaning from sheer delight as Hannah tweaked and pinched my mammilla, rising and falling on me in measured cadence. I yelled loudly as I grabbed her waist slamming my hips upward as my cock sprayed deep in her womb. She screamed her windup as her orgasm followed on the heels of mine. I checked out for a duad proceedings, maybe longer.

*****

When my eyes opened, Hannah was laying across me kissing and cuddling. I glanced to my right to see Diana alertly kneeling next to me. When Diana saw I was awake, she leaned forward, lightly rubbing her cheek on the back of my hand. I whispered, `` Lady Diana Frances Spencer. ``

She snapped back into an erect kneel posture with her shoulder joint back. This did wondrous things for her bosom. She was still in her skirted suit but had taken off her blouse having only a frilly red bra under her crown. Lady Diana Frances Spencer seemed to know instinctively that I liked that facial expression with her tits 'barely'contained, threatening to break free of their labor at any moment.

I crooked my finger and Diana shuffled forward. Reaching up with my hand behind her pass I pulled her to my rim. My tongue licked her backtalk and scraped her teeth. Diana 's backtalk opened for my probing tongue. As we kissed, I felt her relax, calming as I caressed her tidy hair.

Pulling back from her I gazed into her eyes as I soothingly said, `` Diana, fresh my prick, please. ``

She nodded, saying brightly, `` Yes, Master he-goat, immediately. ``

Her lips dropped to my chin, then chest and belly staying in contact with my skin all the way down my body until her tongue swiped my cock. Diana was busily cleaning our succus, as I looked over at Brianna in the succeeding chaise locked in an intense sixty-nine with Bailey.

I watched as Brianna shoved her pollex in Baileys ass while biting her clit triggering a wrenching writhing orgasm. The sound of bailey 's orgasmic screams bounced off the walls. Brianna grinned over at me as she held Pearl Bailey in a have sex embracement her head resting on Brianna 's thigh.

Hannah 's giggle brought my tending back. My digit were petting Diana as she tenderly tongue washed my tool and balls. The intensity of my lovemaking with Hannah had me so satiated that even Princess Diana 's face buried in my bulwark was not arousing me.

When she was done. Diana rested her brass on my thigh with her fingers randomly stroking Hannah and my skin. Diana asked in a supplicating fashion, `` Master he-goat, can we talk ? ``

I sat up smiling as I said, `` Certainly, Diana. ``

Diana sat back up on her heels with her script lightly resting on her widely spread head thighs. She nodded, saying quietly, `` Thank you, sir. first, original thank you so lots for taking tending of the showing. I 've heard praise for our progress from several the great unwashed in our bodied headquarters. ``

She looked around as her smile died away. Looking contemplative, Princess Diana continued, `` Master, I think I 've found the somebody who sabotaged me. But it makes no sense. I can see no way that destroying me welfare him at all. I am deeply confused, baton. ``

I nodded. This was a new, improved Diana. The 'old'Lady Diana Frances Spencer would possess heedlessly attacked, with little questioning the motivations of her foe. Shifting Hannah just a bit, I sat up straight speaking in a carrying phonation, `` Diana needs our help. Get dressed, a little, anyway. We 'll get together in the kitchen to take heed from Princess of Wales and determine what needs to be done. ``

Diana gave me a salvage grin as Hannah pulled me to my feet leading me to the poolside cascade enclosure. Bailey and Brianna paw in hand followed.

*****
I followed Brianna 's enticing ass into our kitchen. Hannah and Nathaniel Bailey had gone ahead leaving her to dry me after our shower intermezzo. I had a towel wrapped around my waist while I completed drying my hair with another.

The clothing of choice seemed to be one of my button front man shirts. Only Gwen and grace of God had their thong. Diana had removed her skirt and wore only the cap and that enticing frilly bra.

Nathaniel Bailey was moving purposefully around the kitchen serving potable. I sat on one of the gist island 's swivel stools, enjoying the view while the ladies settled. A nude Jennifer angel sat up on the counter next to me coquettishly playing with my hair in a exhaustively distracting manner. There was slightly less than 'no chance'that I was going to stop her. Bailey handed me my coffee berry with a moth-eaten bottle of Propel to Angel.

Seeing everyone in attendance I gestured to Diana who began speaking in a halting voice. `` I think I found the person spreading all the malicious rumors and trying to sabotage me. His epithet is Ronald Nelson ; he 's a vice Chief Executive for facility. He goes by Ron Del. Since I 've taken over this division from 'Old Man'Lauritz, this Ron Del guy has been after me in a big way. I really do n't translate the connecter. I have n't fucked with him or his hoi polloi, and he really is n't on a career track to gain if I go down He 'll just get a new boss. ``

Princess of Wales answered interrogative sentence that fleshed out her statement. I sat thinking about her spot as she responded to Hannah 's question, saying, `` He seems very conscientious, Hannah, first one there in the morning and final one out at nighttime. When he 's not traveling of course. ``

Gwen perked up. `` Traveling ? Traveling where, Diana ? ``

Diana smiled as she replied, `` MCL like about potbelly is moving their production off-shore where ever possible. When new production come out of the this lab, Ron is one of the multitude responsible for surveying alien site, then setting up pilot industrial plant to prove feasibility before corporate takes over and builds a wax ordered series facility. He just returned from Venezuela and before that he was in Pakistan. ``

Something was nagging at me as she talked about this Ron guy and his job verbal description. I sat quietly to let it turn up. Brianna exclaimed, `` That 's off-the-wall. During the anti-substance contumely classes we 're required to shoot as part of cheerfulness, the teacher talked about drug trafficking and where illegal drugs come from, and how they get here. ``

She paused and looked around the kitchen. `` Like I said its good story, a guy in the drug business organisation visits two of the biggest drug smuggling path, back to back. ``

*****

In the sudden silence then excited chatter that accompanied Brianna 's observation I pondered her words as I also wondered if I was having an 'Otto'moment.
Really it did not take any majuscule penetration to realize that many illicit drugs flowed from Afghanistan, right nestle door to Islamic Republic of Pakistan and from Columbia River, right succeeding door to Venezuela. On the early handwriting, Republic of Venezuela 's crude oil production made it a perfectly fair place for a chemical substance plant.

Hannah asked a coherent question. `` Maybe it 's personal. Were Lauritz and Lord Nelson buddies ? ``

Princess Diana shook her head as she grinned. `` Near as I can tell, Aldous Lauritz was n't around the office enough to be acquainted with anybody, much less pal. If Aldous was n't on the golf course, he was at his lake home base or his winter oasis in Arizona. One of the big ground I 'm here is because of Lauritz 's inattention. ``

I looked over at Jennifer Angel, asking softly, `` How about it, Angel, you or Otto know anything about this guy ? ``

Angel shook her point as she mused, `` Does n't ring a Alexander Graham Bell. If Otto had contact with any Ron Del, it must take in been in a regular business setting, like flora planning group meeting. I agree with Diana though, Lauritz was a nonexistence, totally detached, each section ran by themselves. ``

Angel Falls continued her sixth sense. `` Otto had data link high up in corporal including President of the United States 's and CEO 's place, he pretty much ignored Lauritz but then so did everybody else. ``

My head swung around at Angel 's parole. If Otto was so connected ... why did he allow Princess Diana to amount here and can him ?

*****

number one affair first. I needed to happen out all there was to know about Mister Ron Del Nelson. And what the fuck kind of guy goes by Ron Del anyway ?

Turning to Angel, I asked, `` Otto have anybody else he owned at MCL ? ``

Angel smiled as she answered, `` If he did, Billy, the information is not available to me. ``

I nodded as I grinned. `` Yep, that would be our Otto. Do n't make it easy or anything. ``

I shook off my excitation as I sat thinking. Turning to backer I asked calmly, `` Angel, did Otto deliver a code watchword or code idiomatic expression that would activate deep seated programing ? ``

holy man looked just a lilliputian bit glassy as she repeated, `` The entropy is not usable to me. ``

I nodded. Not today anyway. I turned to Diana request, `` Lady Diana Frances Spencer, I need to call Christmas carol Bonner, from HR. ``

Princess Diana never even asked she quickly dug out her cubicle phone and began scrolling the numbers game, saying crisply, `` I assume she 's at home, skipper. ``

Well if Otto had anybody on his 'payroll'I was betting that a contender was Carol the VP of HR. Lady Diana Frances Spencer handed me the earpiece and I pushed connect. As it rang I thought about how I 'd approach this. As I heard her voice say : `` Carol Bonner '' I still had no clew. I calmly said, `` carol, billystick Hadley. ``

Then I waited and waited some more. Finally after the silence had stretched for seeming days Carol 's tiny voice replied, `` Yes, victor. How may I swear out you ? ``

*****

Jennifer Angel was cruising up and down the rows of park cars at the airport 's yearn condition parking quickness looking for my McKinley. We would hopefully find my ride then meet the others at 'The Mall'!

That would be The shopping center Of America, cock-a-hoop mall in the whole encompassing human race ! Normally, I would not find that all that much fun, but right down from Nordstrom 's near The buffet car where we 'd be having supper was right on the Lapplander cylinder block with Aeropostale, bebe, mountain lion, Oakley, Sisley, Torrid ... and well you get the estimation. The noblewoman'favourite boutique were nicely at hand and right across the way was the handsome Victoria 's closed book in the domain !

Normally I 'd nip around the turning point to Barne 's and Noble or Brookstone to hang out while I endured the waiting but, I dunno, maybe not this time.

I glanced over to see the Kubotan swinging from Angel Falls 's headstone. Dressing for our shopping trip-up this clip included the ladies arming up for our sphere trip. After supper we 'd all be going to MCL, meeting carol Bonner and a `` cracker '' of various identities, who last clip I hired him was bLinDrAstA666.

Seeing the McKinley tucked in a quoin next to a column interrupted my musing. An orange traffic cone cell `` carelessly '' tipped against the license home base obscuring the numbers showed Otto had n't lost his touch.

Kissing holy man, I stepped out of the Benz closely followed by Gwen. I glanced back as she grinned, saying, `` I 'm coming along. You get in too very much bother alone. ``

I had to concur. Tossing the strobilus aside while she climbed in the rider side, I scrambled behind the McKinley 's rack. Closing my middle, I tried to smell out Otto as I speculated. What was Otto up to ? What did he desire me to do ? There were no answers.

Disconsolately I put the SUV into drive and prepared to ransom us out of the airport parking system.

*****

By the time we got to The diner, Princess of Wales had the big table in the alcove. The diner was my favorite retro eating place ! It was all about red upholstery, chrome, black and while tile with big atomic number 10 signs on every wall. The big Rudolf Wurlitzer jukebox was filled with ancient acid and the waitresses wore poodle chick and roller blades.

Healthy it was NOT ! The only things worth getting on the menu were dripping fiend hamburger, heaps of oleaginous French fries and Brobdingnagian slews of oily Allium cepa rings. Did I reference every thing was wonderfully greasy and tasty ? sentiment so !

By now the ma'am were drifting in, already laden with the first upmarket shopping bags. Our waitress Ashling, a adorable Irish lass with more than a smidgen of peasant, made an scheme depiction as she roller bladed up to claim our drink and appetizer order.

Ashling looked intrigued by the table of women and a alone male as she looked at me speculatively, saying, `` Today 's specials are on the presence of your fare. What can I get you to drink ? Who wants an appetiser ? ``

It was quickly a free for all as we ordered. Ashling seemed up to the task of keeping our guild straight as she wheeled away. I was seated on one end of the longsighted table with Lady Diana Frances Spencer at the other. Nathan Bailey sitting following to me was intent on feeding me tiny portion with a thrifty napkin dabbing between bites. Gwen sitting opposite her seemed highly amused by Nathaniel Bailey 's solicitude and my soreness with the attention.

Brianna sitting one-half way down the table looked up brightly to ask, `` What 's on the order of business for tonight, Billy ? ``

There were respective nods indicating general attending as I answered, `` We hang out here at the plaza until end metre ... ''

The mesa erupted in cheerfulness, slowly subsiding as I continued, `` We stop at Jennifer 's to pick up some equipment she thinks will be useful. We 're scheduled to receive our cracker at MCL after midnight. carol Bonner gets us inside and provides the access we need to hopefully get to the posterior of Princess of Wales 's Ron Del mystery. ``

With that Ashling brought our Warren Burger and we got officious chowing down. The promenade, and the atm in the buffet car had everybody in an excellent frame of mind and the tabular array bubbled with right humor.

Ashling stationed herself at my shoulder for longer menstruation as the meal progressed. Brianna teased her about joining my 'harem'and clearly Ashling was unsure about the offer.

As the ladies completed their meal the siren phone call of shopping called them away from the tabular array. It was finally down to Gwen and Lady Diana Frances Spencer keeping me company. Ashling was even more confused as each of the shoppers asked my permit before leaving the table then kissed me with some intensity on the way out.

Diana paid our tab while Gwen and I carried shopping dish out to the McKinley. Ashling looked wistful as I hit the door.

*****

My job was simple. I sat on a work bench centrally located to the boutiques and my harem dumped shopping bags in my lap. I shuttled those out to the Denali.

Gwen took pity after my hundredth trip out to magnetic north Parking, leading me into caribou coffee for a required respite. Flanked by Gwen and good will, I sat sipping my Latte.
The empty chair was almost violently jerked away from our table. A magniloquent blond man in a jean jack flipped the chair around and sat straddling it. His frigidity eyes took in Gwen 's manus dropping below the table. He shook his head warningly, saying, `` Please do n't ! It will only imbibe care none of us want. ''