JB just stood there looking amused. He belched. ‘Where’s the head? I drank four beers and I gotta piss.’ ‘Down the hallway to the left.’ She...spoke meekly and pointed in the direction. As she heard the flow into the toilet, she picked herself up sniffling. Had she offended him? Would he still make love to her? She worried to the depths of her sould that she had done something wrong. He walked into the kitchen. ‘I didn’t flush because I want you to save it. You got that?’ ‘Yes, Sir.’ Save it for. "Get over here and get on your knees". I did as commanded without hesitation, looking up into her face. She had a hard, scowling look and I the she was enjoying the dominant role which was new for her. "Suck my dick" she commanded. I reached up with my hand to guide the large dildo into my mouth but she slapped my hand away. "Just your mouth. Put your hands behind your back". Again I did as commanded. I stretched my mouth as much as I could but I couldn't get more than about three-quarters of. When he got me hot enough, he held my throat and plunged the huge shaft down my throat repeatedly and as fast as he could. I responded with tears running down my face, and by slobbering strings of throat goo all over. He fucked my face mercilessly as I gagged, "I luh it, I luh it!!" along with suction sounds and lots of drooling bubbles. He started to sweat profusely and huff and puff, pulling out to spray my face, open mouth and wildly flicking tongue with large amounts of white semen. I. ”Nobody ever questioned the reports. I could see Mike’s hand in it.I never felt a hint of guilt.The mandatory psychiatric counseling sessions dug deep into my feelings over the shooting but they never asked the real question.My dreams were haunted, over and over, by the cold blue porcelain eyes of a child.But I was the favored daughter now. A month after the mandatory post-shooting cooling off period was over, I was selected for special training for covert assignments.I’d never seen training.