Mizuki's fear came to flourishion, from behind them a booming voice of a burly American man could be heard, stumbling on his words. It was Tony's father.
"Oh... Am I interrupting something? I'm sorry." said Mr. Reynolds.
"Does it look like you're interrupting." barked Tony not stopping, his cock still pounding her deep, hard and angry.
"Sorry, I'll leave you be to your bitch, son." he said Closing the door to the veranda as he exited.
Tony pulled out his dick hard as a rock from the voyeur thrill. He put it away anyway, not wanting to make this evening about sex.
"Sorry, babe, us both dressed up, on the Veranda, a dinner being made. If I didn't look like I was just playing with my sex slave we'd be questioned." he smiled, pulling her off the railing and kissing you "I didn't hurt or scare you did I?"