Another large spit and the double-hand-jacking continued. "You like that, Daddy? Huh? You like it when your own daughter giving you a nice handjob, mm..."His straight face faltered and tensed a little. Sweats was starting to come down his forehead. "Yeah, I bet you do, Daddy," she cooed, massaging and polishing his cock with a long, tight stroke. "You're so big. Fuck. I bet you'd like to tear me a new asshole, huh? Fuck me with that unnatural dick and make me scream, huh? You wants me, huh? Admit. Instead, they are an inconvenience to be kept at bay by an extra layer or two. Drills become a chore, rather than a sacred duty. For a missileer, your enemy is not a thermonuclear warhead, but boredom. There is no battlefield upon which one might find honor, no flesh and blood enemy to kill for the Motherland. There is only interminable waiting. Isolated from prying officers, missileers often find themselves with relaxed discipline. And it was through this combination of license and boredom. “It is Catherine’s decision to make,” he said sternly. “Perhaps she has dreams and aspirations that do not include the role I’ve offered. You both know that the landholder is more than a mere figurehead. It is a position of leadership. The people around you will look to you for guidance and for approval. The Crown will expect you to grow the area and nurture its occupants. I will expect you to continue to provide sound advice and counsel. This is not a position without drawbacks.”“I. Uska naam kabita hain. Woh kurta sarwal main kya khub surat or sexy lag rahi thi. Uski age lagbhag 25 ka hoga. Uski zero size figure dekh ke mera lund khada ho gaya tha. Phir mene apne aap ko control karliya kyon ki me to dukandar hu na. Toh mene usse pucha ki main aapka kya sewa kar sakta hu. Usne kaha ki uski mobile ka mic problem de raha hain aur uske saath ek baccha bhi tha. Mene mic repair karne ke baad yese hi pucha ke ye baccha kiska hain. Wo boli mera hain. Main dang rehe gaya aur kaha.