" I keep her face pressed into the wet spot."I'm sorry, daddy."I pull the plug out of her ass and push my cock in balls deep in one thrust. She gasp.... With one hand on the back of her head, pushing her down into my now soaked bed, I reach around with my free hand and pinch her nipple right nipple hard. She doesn't even scream. She barely makes a sound. But she cums again immediately."Fuck!"I start pounding her harder and pull her body up to mine. She can't even scream, she almost sounds. "What can I get you?" asked the barman."For starters, I'll have a Vodka Martini, molested; not stirred." What?" asked the man."Do I have to explain your business to you, you bleeedin' Yank?! Take the shaker, fill it with vodka, add a splash of dry vermouth, give the shaker to those two bimbos with the ridiculously large breasts, have them stick it between their cleavages, pull their bodies close to each other and have them jump up and down for five minutes. Then make them smoke a bloody. ...in a zone, I guess."She finally sat up, and she had a confused look on her face for asecond."Everything okay?" I asked."Um, yeah, fine." She moved her arms around like her shoulder wasbothering her. "Wow, we really did it on the floor." Yeah, I know," I said, feeling the carpet burns."I think we need another one of those TV's for the bedroom. It's alucky charm." She laughed."I'd probably pull a groin muscle," I replied."Take a shower," she said.I didn't argue- I was pretty sweaty. The. As seven o’clock approached, he carefully arranged dinner on the table ready for Rose. After some deliberation, he also opened a bottle of wine to breathe. If a little alcohol made her shout at him, it was probably for the best. He’d rather have her condemnation than her silence. He sat on the reinforced trunk that served as his chair. Rose appeared in the doorway precisely as the clock in the hall chimed. Blank-faced, she made her way to her usual chair and sat down, nodding to him in terse.