No calls, no attempts to call, no moving around. Keep it all bumpless."I heard what he said and it took a few seconds for it to sink in before I lost ...my cool (again)."Why do you fucking tell me this shit? It's almost a year without a word besides your cryptic calls. I think you're hoax. The government wouldn't divulge anything of an ongoing operation, like you say, to me!" I said challenging the fact that they were trying to nail down a source and money trail for rebel and terrorists. "Hmm," Ben said. "I'll take two."He placed his two cards face down and she passed him two, right from the top. She looked at me."Daddy, aren't you going to look at your cards?"I glanced at Ben. He was still shuffling his hand around, now on top of the table, looking confident."No, I'll play these," I said."Without looking at them?" she asked."What?" Ben said."Show your cards," I said. "I call." Okay, have it your way." Ben scrunched up his eyebrows, showing his hand, a flush of hearts.I smirked. ”“That’s too bad. You guys are not at all sensitive to your guests,” I scolded him playfully.“My bedroom is always yours,” he said. I could not miss the double meaning in his words. He invited me back into his bedroom and I walked in, giggling my free boobs. He asked me to sit on the bed and said, “What do you want to see?” A big 45-inch TV was fixed on the wall opposite the bed.“I want to see Game of Thrones,” I said. He looked at me uncomfortably. “It has a lot of sex scenes.”“No problem. We. . Fuck me harder!” I gasped, almost crying.He answered with a smile and a repositioning of his hands. He slipped his palms over my firm ass cheeks. Then he pulled me down again.I groaned, feeling his cock was tearing me apart. He was very thick…Suddenly I started a pleasured scream and then gasped my breath out silently.My legs straightened and I slipped easily up off his hot prick, watching his hard cock head reappear. Then I felt his hands puffing me again.I was pulled up again. Now it was.