The night of the assassination, when I had Shane hustle Hawk Dryden out of Congress, and get him to the bunker, Renee Carson was serving snacks to us ...in my Suite. I looked right at her, and there WAS a congressional page with her, who helped carry it all. I bet he saw her armed, and she knew that he knew she had a gun when she wasn't supposed to.He saw her, and didn't die. She needed him to die before he remembered her being where she wasn't supposed to be. Mohammad was there to kill me, and. It had laces around the chest and she didn’t wear anything beneath it. So I undid them carefully and felt her tits and nipples. She moved in her sleep that day and turned her back because she was uncomfortable (obviously with me humping her; breathing down her neck and feeling her tits). I had to wait for a while to get my fix from the back when she went back to sleep again, without tits. The other was when I felt an urge to climb on top of her as I was humping her one day. As I climbed up the. You could feel as if you had now gallons of cum stacked in your belly, ready to burst out and someone just couldn't get the door open. but you knew that someone was Jack. you knew he was holding the keys to your agony. controlling every aspect of your essence. you knew it. and he knew it..."you wanna cum?" he said. but there was no answer. you were screaming inside. but no answer. "you wanna cum, whore?" he asked again, giving you another bad spank. no answer though. another internal explosion. “I can tell,” and she looked down.I followed her eyes to where she was looking at, and only then realized that my cock was poking out against my shorts. “Ah fuck.”I turned to go backup the stairs and bury my face in the pillow. But before I did, she grabbed my hand.“Daddy, stay.”“I can’t. Jesus, look at me. I mean don’t, for God’s sake don’t do that.”“It’s okay. I mean, it’s my fault, really. I’m wearing this slutty dress and making you hard… I should take responsibility, right? Please turn.