She loved me and wanted to be with me.That bolstered my ego as I strode out of my room. Alison trailed after. We were both naked, and I didn’t give ... fuck. I felt swollen with power. It was time to assert my dominance in the household. To put that piece of shit sperm donor in his place. He didn’t deserve to be a father. Not after how he treated us.When Alison was pregnant—she’d begged me to command her to let me breed her—I’d be a far, far better dad to my child. Son or daughter, I’d treat them. I want you to go next door and knock on his door and when he answers as him for some milk as you have run out. Then when he gets back I want you to drop your house keys on the floor and turn your back to him and bend over to pick them up without bending your knees. Then you will look over your should while bent over and thank him for the milk and then come back to me!She laughed out loud at the outrageous demand and then rolled her eyes. As if she was going to expose herself to a creep like. Jake stopped time immediately, breathing a sigh of relief at the sudden quiet. “I don’t know how anyone thinks this is comfortable,” he said.Petra giggled, returning to his side and kissing him. “They don’t,” she said plainly. “Look around. This is a meat market. The noise is to keep people from talking so they don’t realize how much they don’t like each other. Speaking of talking...”Jake looked where Petra was indicating. A couple of guys had approached and were talking to Marta and Mala.. She groaned, we both did as she slid up and down slowly at first but as she found herself enjoying taking control of this ass fuck she was getting faster as she felt more comfortable and deeper.She threw her head back in pleasure and arched her back and she grabbed a tight grip on the front seats in joy and I held a firm grip on her waist as she slid faster and faster.She had found that she was enjoying this ass pounding from behind as she was in total control of the situation instead of me.