Demasi, it’s lovely to see you again.” “Mr. Schwartz, please call me Audrey. It is a pleasure to see you again as well.” Audrey offered ...e a hand. “In that case Audrey, call me Nick.” I took Audrey hand and gave her a polite handshake in front of her father. Before the Demasis moved on, Mr. Demasi’s assistant Jeremy walked up and whispered something in his ear. Audrey and I looked at each other. I raised an eyebrow in an unspoken question, and she gave me a silent shrug in. “Take it, take it, make your husband feel good, be a good slutty wife”. Saying this, dad thrusted his entire cock into her mouth several times.He then took his cock and inserted into her wet pussy.“Harder harder please”, Shivani begged.“Shut up, bitch. Shut up your fucking mouth. You know what? I am gonna cum inside your pussy and make you pregnant, you filthy whore”, dad screamed at her.She was stunned. “What? No! Please don’t. We aren’t married yet and I haven’t completed my studies”.Are your. Not there!’ She squealed in protest, but made no effort to stop him. ‘Damn straight. What would your husband say if he saw us fucking?’ He said as he carried her to the front of the store. He set her on the black rolling belt of one of the checkouts, the two of them completely visible to anyone who might happen to drive by, the security lights illuminating them in front of the floor to ceiling windows. ‘He’d fucking kill us both!’ She laughed as she leaned back from him, using one hand around. "Have mobile kitchens opened and provide hot meals for the aid workers and law enforcement. Bring in portable restrooms and showers for our people, and keep them clean, stocked, and operable. Find some tents or mobile barracks for our relief workers to have a dry, warm place to sleep. They are operating on fumes, and if we don't get them quality rest, they won't last another day before caving in."We need your helicopters available to move wounded, assist law enforcement, and support your.