This was going even better than I'd predicted."Well, hurry up now. Come on, its time. I mean, surely you didn't plan on living in my house rent-free f...rever did you? Naw, you're getting a little too at home here you good-for-nothing girl. We can't even get you to help with the dishes, huh? Think you are special huh Brat?"I slapped her face, bringing tears to her eyes, then continued, "Well, you are special. You're Daddy's special bitch now. Now suck this cock good and bounce that ass. That's. I can tell the effect of, I think it was about 12oz, of tequila on you. I was totally freaking throbbing at this point. I stopped you, lifted you up and turned off the light. I grabbed the bottle and the glass and we staggered to the bedroom. We were holding on to each other, laughing and bumping into things in the dark. I hope we didn’t break anything, lol.When in bed, you laid on your tummy. I got in. You started to turn over but I stopped you. You were laying flat on your tummy but. " Every thrust brought me closer and closer as he continued to talk. "You're going to be so sore when I'm done with you. I've got a big load saved up for you." "Don't stop. God, don't stop. Fuck!" Thinking I was in for a quickie and worried I wouldn't get off, I tried to focus and cum while I tried to hold myself up. Just then, the front door opened while he was pounding me. Jack had no intention of stopping. Someone entered, paused for a second and said, "I see you two have made yourselves. ‘You will need this Mr. Marcus since the Defense Minister wanted you to explain your men’s capabilities,’ she explained her eyes meeting mine. ‘Call me Marc and I didn’t even know your name,’ I replied to her extending my right hand. ‘I am Sara Ibrahim,’ she giggled a bit reaching for my hand, grasping it, and we both shook hands, ‘I’ll let the Minister of Defense know you’re here Marc.’ She pushed the intercom button and spoke in Arabic, a reply came and she moved away from her desk. ‘Right.