章 112: The Rosenburg Palace.

Jack was concentrating on one thing only, the booba.

Samantha Saint in real life looks more enchanting, and Jack's photographic memory of her videos was stimulating him too much.

Today Jack found out how disadvantageous this ability can be; his dick almost loaded itself like a gun.

Jack took a deep breath, calmed himself down, then looked around the place; the palace was gorgeous. He never thought such a gorgeous palace could be his.

"Ms. Stephanie, Come along; we've prepared a table for you guys to sit at. Samantha or Elizabeth, smilingly gestured Stephanie and Jack to enter the guest room.

Which was made with glasses, and Jack could see a conference table was there.

"Why is Mr. Beizman not here?" Stephanie asked.