The cold made me feel better and I ran it over my cheeks. I was about to open it when I heard footsteps behind me.“Dad, what the fuck was that?”I ...topped rolling the beer can and stood still. A thousand thoughts ran through my mind and in the end, I said a lame, “What?”“You just came all over the grass after masturbating while watching me, that’s what.”Her voice wasn’t angry, more like she'd stated a fact; not at all accusing.I slowly turned around and opened the can. While drinking from it I. She was a Druze Christian, from a rich family. They sent her to Cairo University to study arts, but really, to find a rich, influential Egyptian husband."They met, and they fell in love. They tried to introduce each other to their families, but neither would meet the other. In fact, my father got death threats for loving a Christian, though really, neither of them was at all religious. And then my mum got pregnant with me. So they left Cairo, ran away. I was born in Syria, in a little place. This activity was planned to put her mind at ease. After all, what woman doesn’t like frilly clothes and bubbles on the skin?Next once the webcam was in place, I tied and stripped her down, placed her on the bed with tied ankles, handed her a dildo, removed the gag from her mouth, and signed into Chatroulette. As instructed, she repeatedly chanted “My daddy’s cock is the best,” and “I’m a cum-slut” until three guys shot their load for her. I videotaped everything to email it to her co-workers. I don't do boob jobs, tummy tucks, or other fancy stuff. I do the grunt work, I save lives. I save the gunshot victims, the knifings, the motor vehicle crash victims, and all other types of mayhem.I get them when it's still touch and go. I don't try to do anything fancy. I just try to save lives.My losses that night were two gunshot victims and one knifing. I swear the one gunshot victim was dead before they put him on my table. But they would still count his death against my stats. And my.