His dark eyes focus on her breasts, straining against her dress.Then his eyes meet hers. “Daddy?” she whispers.“What the fuck do you expect, Ror...?” he asks roughly. He digs his fingers into her sides. “You let me fuck you. You let me cum in you. You let me lick you and take your ass! Do you seriously think I can get that out of my head?” He drags her to the bed and makes her sit. “Let me see my tits,” he demands in her ear.Rory takes a shuddering breath. His tits.“Let me see,” he says, changing. Not a one came forward, so I started my ‘going into battle’ speech.“Men we are about to go to where Menten’s men are located; be that their home camp, or somewhere else. We will surround them and each squad leader will have their own area of responsibility. That area is yours, you own it. Nothing happens there that you do not know about or authorize. You cover your men and me, but mainly your men. Your squad also covers the men to your right or left. If they get in trouble and you can help. "Sal, do you need any help on prep?" I asked. He glanced up at me."Nothing's any further behind than usual. Won't get further behind if you don't bother me." Okay. I nodded and backed off. Jerry, the other grill chef, stopped me."Brian, you might not have noticed it, but Bill usually does a quick run-down of the numbers on the various steaks so he knows when to cut the waiters off on ordering certain cuts. I'll show you, if you'd like." Thanks, Jerry. How long have you worked with Bill?" Since. .....all of it.........until I lightly gag. While I'm all the way down I pause and flick my tongue around the base and then slowly come up. All the way down and all the way up again a couple times. This time when I come up, I spit on the tip. I watch it dribble down a little and then lick the saliva off. A little ends up on my lip and I let a string of it connect my mouth to your cock. Our eyes are locked. With all the wetness, I take my hand and slide it down, then up, then down again while I.