His Dad had done as he asked but instead of calling he had just walked across the street to talk with Hannah’s Mom. He was gone a long time then dis...ppeared into his den closing the door.Now dinner finished they were sitting together both in their causal clothes in his father’s den in front of his computer terminal. His father had a nice 50” 8K VR-enabled terminal. He had carried a pair of gin and tonics to the room handing one to Zack.His Father could be rather direct. As a former military. My dress blues fit well enough, at least I didn’t need to take them in any. I carefully pack them back in the storage bag and put them into the closet. I pull the M4 out of the drag bag, put it in the scabbard on my side of the bed and filled the mag pouches with the extra mags. I put the M1014 in the scabbard on Jens side of the bed and loaded up four bandoleers with various shotgun rounds.I change back into my BDUs, put my 1911 (in 10mm) on my hip and now I was ready.Then I remember. He began to run a bath and stripped off naked, arranging his lingerie on the bed, in order to change into them as soon as he was out. In the bath his cock stayed erect the whole time, and he ran his soapy hands up and down the length a few times, before jumping out to towel down. He slipped on the stockings first, carefully ensuring that the seams were straight, then stepped into the thong, rubbing the material over his near-permanent erection. Next, he placed the back of the camisole on his. Then she rose up my shaft, squeezing the entire time. Her pussy sucked at my cock. I groaned at the wondrous feel of her cunt.“That's better, slave!” Nathalie said, her braided pigtail spilling across her cheek as she smacked the lamia again.“Ride him hard, slave!” Greta added, her pillowy breasts pressing tighter against me as she added her own spank to the lamia's red ass.“So hard!” Zanyia yowled and slammed her cunt back down my dick.I shuddered at the hot grip of her snatch sliding up and.