"I sighed. "And if I do make you a martini," I said, "you're not going to be coming over here every day asking me to buy booze for you, are you?" No,"...she said. "I wouldn't do that." And you're not going to go home and tell your parents that Steve, the respected deputy district attorney with the ninety-seven percent conviction and/or plea rate got you drunk?"That got a little giggle out of her. "No," she said. "I swear."I shrugged, knowing that I was treading on slightly dangerous ground here,. His muscle were already bulging underneath his t-shirt. He headed straight for the weight room and I continued on with my own workout and started watching one of the near by tv’s. A while later I finished up on the cross trainer and made my way to the weight room, and talk about being intimidated when I got there. The big guy was standing in the middle of the room in front of one of the mirrors with a dumbbell in each hand doing bicep curls. I took a quick look at what weight they were, I was. When I did, he told me how she was guaranteed to leave because he had convinced you we were sleeping together. I didn’t have a chance to tell you before the vote.’ For the first time, Tyler acknowledged the conversation. ‘Why did you take him to The Suite?’ ‘Strategy. I wasn’t going to leave a swing vote for Jeremy to try and manipulate. I couldn’t trust him. I should’ve told you before the meeting, but I didn’t think I would win.’ ‘Tyler, I know my game is over. I’m not even going to fight. When I next pushed down on him Dad got hold of my hips and held me still, "Sally just stay there and grind your hips, roll them around on me."I was ready to obey any instruction so did as he asked."FUCK ME. FUCKING HELL, THAT IS SO FUCKING GOOD." I screamed at the sensation the movement caused in my pussy and especially on my clit."Sally, I wish you wouldn't swear like that," Dad said.I burst out laughing, "Dad, you do know what we're doing, and you're unhappy about me swearing."In reply, Dad.