Thank God, for the cognac that had deadened her nerves.The Arab had removed his clothes except for the dirty green socks that had large holes in the h...els. His yellow pallored skin clung tightly to his thin rib cage; his long sinewy cock jutted menacingly out from his belly.Monique shuddered visibly this time, thinking back to the horrors of another evening so many years ago when she had been ravished brutally by a gang of his kind in the same room where the broken body of her husband had lain. Because of this, his activity dropped off steeply after the first week in December. Government employees were so busy planning holiday parties and long vacations that they didn’t have time for any contractors or salesmen unless they were dropping off cookies. Jake had already made his annual ‘cookie run,’ so while most of his days in December were pretty slow, Fridays he may as well not even bother. There was simply nothing to do. He decided to go have lunch with Nate, maybe get him to. He just shrugged. I swear I wanted to slap him!I smiled up at the man and nodded. He helped me to my feet and guided me to the dance floor. We must have danced for an hour. He was a very large man. Not just tall. He was very muscular. He was very impressive. And despite his size he was an excellent dancer.When the slow dances started and he pulled me close I tried to keep my distance at first. But when I looked over at Mac to see his reaction he wasn't even watching us! It looked like he was. I averted my eyes and turned back to the screen. I soon noticed however that dad kept glancing over there as well. Soon my cock was hard, and shortly thereafter I felt dad place his hand on my bulge. I heard him exhale and saw he was looking at my crotch as his hand squeezed and caressed it. I lifted my gaze and he nodded downward, and I saw what looked like a bulge in his pants as well. “Unzip your pants” he whispered low. I immediately complied (what a relief!) and my newly freed member.