None of the drug dealers had lived as they were all armed and had resisted being arrested. During the shoot out. David Fitsgerald the Deputy Director ...of the south eastern district of the D E A was killed in the line of duty.Tad bought the paper and Lee read the article when they got home.Tad said that the government had apparently cleaned up it's house and disposed of seven dealers and one of their own dirty agents in the process.Tad told Lee she could go home now if she wanted to.Lee asked if. ."Yes, anything you want Daddy, just please ..no spanking" I agreed quickly & tried to sit up. His hands wrapped tightly around my waist, lifting me up & forcing me to straddle His lap, facing him. I felt so open, so exposed. My panties were a thin barrier against the cold morning, but there was something different..it felt as if there was something..wet..in my panties. I squirmed uncomfortably, looking Daddy in the eyes. Suddenly, his pupils got very large and he blinked slowly, tightening his. .. I fuck the guy upstairs.”No.“You know, the one we can hear railing his girlfriend every night? For, oh, must be a good half hour?” She’d tried to make me match the pace when they first moved in, but I couldn’t keep up with such a rhythm for more than two minutes. “You’ll be able to hear me getting fucked the way I really need. And you know, after that... I think your whiny little excuses will just fade away. I am going to force you to solve this problem.”No, I thought. No! I had my pride. I. Tits that made me get an immediate erection at first sight at her job interview, two weeks previously. Tits she used to distract me with low-cut white translucent blouses (or black lacy ones), her perfume so incredibly hot, so powerful. I grab under Megan's butt and slide her up the bench so I can sit under her. She grabs my fat, eight-inch erection, and works the purplish mushroom head round and round the moist meat of her smooth, wet pussy. Her nails graze my pecks – nails that coquettishly.