.. not yet, anyway.Thoughts of her father suddenly caused her to turn and look in his direction. He was lying on his side in the big bed, sound asleep... Poor lamb, he's pooped, she thought sympathetically. He must have had quite a night of it!Her heart swelled with pride as she thought of her strong, handsome daddy making love to Trish Byers. He's got to be a fantastic lover, with that heavenly body, and that enormous penis of his... it must have felt so good to Trish... Daddy's wonderful thing. The Friday coming up was the regular night for our poker game. The reason the game was held at my house was simple — so I wouldn't have a problem getting home. I can not handle alcohol. I love to drink, I enjoy drinking and I have a good time when I drink right up to the point where I pass out. When that happens I'm dead to the world and nothing can wake me up. The way that it has always been is that we would meet at my house, play poker until I passed out and then my 'friends' would pick me. He thought of his pistol downstairs in the drawer." Sasha," he said ominously," why haven't I heard you speak in your own tongue." Janie was about to tell him because for the fiftieth time she wasn't from Latvia. Then she paused, Mika's eyes burning into her. Was he right, would he kill her? She needed time to escape but now all her avenues were closing. "Because, because you don't understand it." She said her heart pounding. He smiled, "say something Sasha, indulge me." She didn't have a clue. But she didn’t. Her hands gripped my thighs, holding on tight as my dick slid deeper and deeper into her mouth. She sucked. Her tongue caressed my dick. Pleasure rippled out of her.Crack!Faoril’s breasts jiggled as she drew back the cane, a wild lust in her eyes. Juices stained her thighs, her pussy hot and wet. I fucked my hips forward, slamming my cock down the pirate captain’s throat as Faoril cracked the rattan cane down again, painting another red stripe.“Fuck the slut,” hissed Faoril..