”“Why then?”“When I can program full-time, I can channel all of that energy into programming. I haven’t been in my ‘zone’ in YEARS. I ho...estly found that more relaxing than just about anything I’ve ever done.”“You really find that relaxing?”“More than anything I do,” I replied. “Because I’m so focused on the task at hand, that it totally clears my mind. And before you ask, no, there is no reasonable way for me to do that between now and next Spring. I’m just going to have to keep things. He bent forward and hugged me. He sat down across from us and said, “Which of you will be speaking?”Jam said, “Jar will speak but I will stand by her proudly. We’re working on what she will say together.”King Marcus nodded. “That will be good. Roger, have you prepared your remarks?”“Yes, father. My intention is to be short. Jar and Jam will be the primary speakers on behalf of the family.” The King nodded. Mentally, I cringed.Breakfast was served and we all ate. Jam and I managed a blessing. I leaned up against him as I played with my clit and he started to fondle my tits. I moaned and begged him to keep sucking on my tits while I rubbed my pussy, alternating between sliding my fingers in and out and rubbing my clit. “I love the sound of your fingers in that dripping wet pussy,” he said in this amazed voice as we both listened to the wet rhythm of my fingers against my clit. I started to rub faster as I felt my climax building. “Unghhh, I need to cum,” I moaned as I started bucking. “Dada please don’t.” She cried louder than before. He grabbed her hand with his other hand pushed her face on to the table. “You won’t listen to you father?” his words showed anger. Fazmila kept on crying as her face and chest were buried on to the table. He pulled her Kameez above her waist to reveal her sweat ass covered in those tights. Well I have seen up to that before. I started touching my bulge through my pants. Fuck this is going to be awesome. I said to myself. I swallowed a bit of my.