That first night, I told him no, but he bent me over the couch, twisted my arms behind my back, and told me that no white bitch was going to tease him...and not deliver some ass. I struggled a bit, but was not in a position where I could do much. He lubed his cock and pressed his big mushroom head into my ass, silencing my denials by asking me "You like that cock, dontl you, bitch? You want to make that cock happy, like a good little whore -- right?" thrusting in as emphasis. As much as I hated. 'I want to touch it', I said as I reached in and took him in my hand, the towel dropping to the floor around his ankles.I looked at his face but his eyes were closed, as my hand slid along his shaft and my fingers tickled the bulbous head, now a deep purplish colour, the thick venous veins pulsing his blood to full erection, as I gripped him tighter in my fist, my hands white against his dark skinned cock.I wanked my daddy and he stood wavering and gasping, his breath was sporadic and his knees. All that stuff.”Kate’s face fell.“So if they find something wrong, we won’t buy it?”I shook my head.“No, not necessarily. Let’s say they find a problem with the roof. They will write up a report saying what they found, and what it might cost to fix it. Then, assuming we still want the house, we go to the seller and say that since we have to spend, say, $15,000 on a new roof, we’ll still buy it, but we will only pay them $390,000. They can then decide whether to accept our new offer or not.”Jess. There were barracks, exercise fields, administration offices and a grave yard. When Iran began the training exercises, all the troops assigned to the oil fields were shifted to the war games. They never returned; instead they were sent to one of the growing bases near the border.Because we wanted to avoid a repeat of Saddam Hussein’s mass environmental destruction in the first Gulf War, we had been watching the oil fields and the refineries with satellite and spy planes since the attack on the.