..oh Daddy...I want you to...get me pregnant...I want you to spunk in me later...understand"? I nodded and muttered something about flooding her twat ...ith my seed! "That's quite enough, you dirty pair of fuckers"! Redhead bought the car to a stop at the end of a long, gravelled drive. A huge mansion house was in front of us as Redhead opened the back door and pulled us out, me stuffing my cock back into my trousers and Gemma giggling! Redhead threw the car keys to a servant girl - probably. He had such sincere, dark eyes. I couldn't help but trust him. Timidly, I brought my lips close to his huge cock. A breath's away from his head, I took a moment to myself. And then, I brought my lips to his cock. It was rock hard, yet still warm and soft. Giving in to my innermost desires, I kept kissing it. My own cock strained against the cage, wishing it could experience the same attention. "Good, good," Damien said. "Why don't you put it in your mouth?"Cautiously I opened my mouth to. "I didn't realize my gifts had been such a ordeal for you. I'm sorry, Dad."He took my hand in his. "Don't apologize, cupcake. Your gifts are miraculous. Oh, they make you different, unique, and can be a trial, but what is really unbelievable is how well you handle your gifts. You've heard personal, private thoughts ranging from vile to sublime, and you're still, for the most part, unaffected by what you've heard. You're still sweet and loveable, not jaded or overly cynical. You make me proud,. I looked over to see if Kent was ok, she was. It was usual for snipers to work in pairs, a spotter and a shooter. My gut told me that I tapped the spotter. I needed a way to draw him out to get a bead on him, all that was in my arsenal was Kent. I wasn’t about to put her pretty little ass on the line, not to save my wrinkled butt at any rate. If the shooter were smart, he would be relocating. That’s what I would have done, and if I move now I might just catch him on the run. Like a fool, I.