It was too much to hope for in her feminine opinion because he was fairly one-tracked in his copulatory endeavors using the standard “missionary” ...osition to satisfy his partners at all times. Still, it was nice to contemplate at times when her adventurous backside longed for more action of the carnal category on a cold winter’s night.Before Sir Roland reached the shore, she had shed all of her clothing and took a supine position on the grass with her knees wide open and her womanhood displayed. He had given me a couple photos to look at and seemed to hesitate for a moment. Then he opened his briefcase and pulled out another photo."Here is one that we want to know if he is alive. If alive, we want you to tell us where he can be found," he told me, passing me the photo."Got a name? Part of the world?" I said, asking him my standard questions.He seemed to hesitate. Then he said the target would be located in the United States most likely. His name was Tom Wilshire.I nodded and stared at. "Shush," I warned again, giving her a stern no nonsense look that I hoped conveyed my displeasure.Meiko looked back, her large, brown, almond shaped eyes begging silently for mercy. I just smiled at her as I tightened down the other arm. She was now tied too tightly to escape on her own and while she was not yet as helpless as her friend she had blown any chance of resistance or rescue. I think she must have realized that because she glanced down, sobbed a little, then looked over at her. I started at the tip of his dick and very slowly took most of Daddy into my mouth and slowly made my way back to the head. Once more I did the same thing, ending with Daddy's cock in my throat. His hand found my hair, and he moaned softly.It was my hope that Daddy would allow me to serve him this morning, enjoying to the fullest with no expectation of return. He lightly ran his fingers through my hair, and I slowly sucked up and down his shaft. My hand found his balls, and I massaged them.