When she would look away or up at a TV that was on, I would take quick peeks at her chest that was accented by a nice summer shirt. To follow that up,... I watched her intently as she walked away to the restroom, images of her ass running through my head. She didn't normally wear thongs, but that is what I was picturing in my head as she walked away.The evening wore on a bit, dinner long gone, we continued to talk. She was nursing a margarita, and I was drinking mine. She was driving so what the. The other archers were surprised that I could actually draw the six-foot bow, but my father had made sure that I wouldn’t embarrass him or myself. He had tied a length of rope to a good-sized rock and ran the rope over a sturdy branch tied between two trees at our cottage. I had to practice my drawing motion, pulling the rope to me with my right arm twenty-five times every day, then turn my back to the rock and reverse the motion with my left arm to strengthen it, too. He had changed the rock. The camera watched as her mouth scooped up the head of his swollen cock and slowly disappeared between her lips. She smiled and started to make this wet, gurgling sound, obviously milking the head into her throat. Her hand wrapping around the shaft as she pulled her head back up.“Oh fuck me that’s good.” Mr. Pace uttered in pleasure.“You like that Mr. Pace?”“Keep sucking me little girl.” he pushed her head down his cock and started to pump into it. The camera moved to behind my daughter to show. I sighed to myself. Whatever happened now, was dependent on these two men from "officialdom".I turned from the window and faced towards the door as it opened. My movement drew Jeffery's attention to me."General Howland? May I present Tom Wilshire. Tom, this is Major General Frank Howland, commander of all special forces units," Jeffery said as they walked up to me."So you're the man of mystery who can do remarkable things," general Howland said to me as he shook my hand.We studied each other..