He was going to fuck his own daughter with all his rage.“Look who is talking, the one who was sitting like a sissy, covered in his own daughter’s ...ee,” I replied with all my anger towards him.“Oh, you are gonna pay for what you said,” he said as he got up and walked towards meI looked at him. I was scared too but my anger had taken over my fear. I stared him all the way as he walked near me. He put his hand on my head and grabbed a fistful of my hair. He pulled me closer to his face and SMACK!. He was used to being in charge.He brought her the champagne and sat on the chaise longue that was facing the couch. “Cheers,” he said. “Let me just look at you for a minute. I love what you are wearing. You know you are already making me hard.”Becca took a sip of the champagne along with him. She recognized him given that she was a reporter for the newspaper of record in Washington, but she allowed no sign of that recognition. She watched him stretch out to make himself more comfortable and. "That's me. Right now I want your cock." I punctuated the sentence by squeezing it once more, and felt it move in my hand. "Right now, it's yours." I drained my glass and Thomas his bottle, picked up my handbag and lead him out of the bar. it was only a quarter of a mile from the bar to a coastal path that wound up onto the cliffs which broke up the diferent beaches, one from the next. Hand in hand we started to walk along the cliff path, looking down onto the sea. I could see that Thomas's. _____ Knows just enough to be dangerous._____ Only has half a brain and is dangerous._____ His coffee cup has a higher IQACCURACY: _____ Does excellent work if not preoccupied with sex._____ Pretty good, only occasionally blows it out his ass._____ Has to take off shoes to count higher than ten._____ Couldn't count his balls and get the same number twice.ATTITUDE:_____ Extremely cooperative (if you kiss his ass frequently)._____ Brown noser in good standing._____ Often pisses off co-workers,.