" Good. Well, lets go into the bar, and have a drink, while I explain the nights events."We followed him into the hotel lounge. The hotel was very nic..., and had a large, open interior area, where you could see all the floors in the hotel. We all sat down, and Master got a little reflective, as he said, "Well, you two, its been quite a couple of weeks. You don't need to respond right now, and I'll answer questions. We'll be on a somewhat even level for the next few minutes. Anyway, I've really. In the end, I lost count. Daddy slapped me until he couldn't do it anymore, or until he regained his self-control, I wasn't sure, but he was breathing hard, and so was I. He let go of my hair and looked at me for some time catching his breath. I just looked down, sobbing, panting."Sweetheart, I'm sorry. I'm really sorry. I'm going out before I do something I'll regret even more," and then, he stormed out. Even though I tried, I couldn't say anything. I just stood there shaking, with my fingers. I didn’t even realize it until I closed my mouth and tasted something different. It was bitter, with a hint of salt. But it wasn’t bad bitter. It was just different. In fact, I decided it was kind of good. I looked down at my breasts, which were splattered with the stuff, and scooped up some on my forefinger. I tasted that, and it tasted exactly the same way.“What are you doing?” he panted.“Tasting it,” I said.“Why?” he gasped.“Some of it got in my mouth when you squirted. It’s not bad.”“You’re. "Jack agrees, "Masha that would be great, but first I want a kiss."I go over to my Jack and he delivers a kiss which makes me weak in the knees. Then he pulls away and whispers, "Honey, don't worry about Glen. Your talk with me has changed my attitude and it's Jens' assignment to tell her father that I'm in command."I whisper a reply, "Jack, let me know how this goes and if you need any help."Jack says, "I need to go get some sitreps since I feel like I'm out of the loop."He leaves while I.