" Daddy, I'm in Portland. I've been arrested," I blurted out before Icould stop myself. I kept telling myself he would find out anyway, butthat didn...t make it any easier."What?! What for? Have you been getting that sissy ass of yours introuble?" He sounded like he wasn't taking me seriously. That upsetme, and with everything else I'd been through for him to be jokingaround, it just made me mad. I couldn't help but want to lash out."I'm a whore, Daddy," I said as sweetly as I could. I. Then it stiffened, and Cassie felt its flesh ripple, and a rushing sensation in her neck.There was a sticky sensation of detachment, and the worm was no longer part of her.Maryanne lifted the worm away from Cassie, and it squirmed. She placed it on her shoulder, and it began to move down her back to rejoin its companions.Cassie was no longer infected.She rubbed her neck. Her skin felt quite numb."Cassie, I am sorry that you will have to leave us." Maryanne said. "Your mistress has returned to. But then he seldom said anything to anybody and refused to even nod hello to the reporters that covered the team for the Post and the Times, Washington's daily newspapers. He generally walked around wearing fancy earphones and a mean look.I was in the Richmond Braves' sunny outfield shagging flies when Buzzy Harder whistled shrilly and waved me in. He stood near the batting cage looking morose. "How you doing?" he asked when I approached him with sweat dripping off my nose."I'm all right," I. I was still pulsating when you bent and cleaned me, kissing and drinking the juices. Now my hand moved under your sun dress. Still reeling from what had just happened my hand went high on your thigh. As it moved upward you moaned and opened your legs. Wiggling on the couch you let the dress move all the way up allowing my hand full access. Your panties were soaked as I started teasing the opening with my finger. My fingers found your clit and you began to move and moan. Changing my position to.