" Thank you, dear," I said, trying to stay in character. "Any sign of you-know-who?" I can't see him at the moment, but I expect he's watching us fro...somewhere."The tubby waitress with the short, fake-looking ginger hair was approachingwith a smile and two menus."Morning, ladies," she said brightly. "How are you today?"I stared at her closely. Her name badge said 'Rita'. She looked puzzledat my scrutiny, then nervous. I looked around. There was no one nearby tooverhear me."We're fine," I. Is that really a thing?“ARF ARF ARF Aaaauuuuuuuuughhhhhhhih shit I’m cumming Daddy yes yes yes yesssssss… oh my god Daddy.”He crawled up and kissed me. Somehow he had managed to save some did his sperm and he pushed it into my mouth. His salty taste contrasted with sweetness, making a delicious cum cocktail. Our tongues swirled in the mix before I swallowed.“Daddy,” I whispered. “I loved that, sharing your cum with me like that.”“It’s called a snowball, snowballing. It’s fun, huh?” His sexy. For the next few weeks I spent practically all of my freetime behind the computer or writing in my notebook, spurting out oneshort story after another. Not all of them were good - some were uttercrap, to be honest, but the important thing was that I was practicing,Corrine said, and there were obvious signs of improvement.I had published, or better said, she had published maybe five more of mystories before she asked me that fatal question."How would you like to write a novel?" she said. His tongue dips so far into my swollen channel it feels like a cock stroking my insides. Not as substantial, but it will do the trick. Benny’s tongue on the pull out swirl flicks my clit and all I can do to keep from screaming is bite my lips until it bleeds. I’m so fucking desperate to come, I don’t care if I bleed.Over, and over the dog’s tongue laps at my pussy. He is relentless and forceful. There is no letting up on the pressure. It’s my own personal torture. I hope nothing gets.