" I stroked my sissy clit faster, using my pre-cum as lube. I wanted to cum, just to please Daddy. I was desperate to be Daddy's good little cum slut....Daddy wanted me to shoot my load into my mouth, so i wanted it too. Every last drop, just like Daddy said. "I'm afraid your not gonna be quite as tight as you used to be, Baby Girl. Not after we're done with you." Daddy said as he slid two fingers, knuckle deep, into my asshole. "Oh God Daddy, I'm gonna cum. Can I cum Daddy?" I begged to. I told him I'll take that as a compliment. He said you should , Andrea is a fucking hot wife. I laughed and yes she is. I started thinking about how infatuated John seemed to be with Andrea and one evening while she and I were relaxing with a drink I told her about it. She wasn't shocked, and even acted like she expected it. I came out and said , would you do him? She said maybe. I started selling her on him for some reason. I told her I had seen his cock several times in the rest room. She ask. It was after 11 p.m. when the two of us rolled up in Peggy’s car to my forlorn-looking low-rise apartment. When I unlocked the door, Peggy said what she must have been thinking earlier when she and Tad had first seen the place. “God, what a dump!”“Hey, don’t hold back,” I said. “If you don’t like the place, just speak up!”“I know they don’t pay you guys much,” Peggy said, “but surely you could do better than this.”“Hey, it’s clean -- kinda. Boring? Yes. But it’s clean, and the air conditioning. No sentence's effect was enlivened by its execution. And there was not one hint of originality. It was almost as if the speech, like the pornographic films from which Schmidt made its fortune, was assembled by committee and executed more to tick off points than to achieve its ostensible purpose. The applause that celebrated its uncertain conclusion must surely have been from relief that the ordeal was now over.Paul was pleased that no other dignitary was assigned to follow the Foreign.