Anxiety is a bitch people; thank god for drugs. Instead of having the panic attack like I normally would, in that moment, I was calm and content, ment...lly and emotionally stimulated beyond anything I had ever known and riding a slowly intensifying wave of euphoria. I was about a quarter of the way into a chemically induced 4 hour climactic journey, and we were only just arriving to the main event. As I killed the engine and we got out to stretch, I suddenly felt the need to tell her how happy I. A brain i never really believe she had before then.“Fine.” She’d relented. “What do you want? A house party? Some spending money?”—————————Chapter Three.“You can’t really be serious about this!” Amy’s big blue eyes fought to take in her surroundings. I can’t say I blame her for being shocked. I’d been nigh on petrified when I’d first stumbled in here. The deep red velvet that covered every wall matched the red leather that covered both the four poster bed frame and the handles of the whips that. It was awesome when you were doing it, but it was almost more exciting when Dad did it–and not because he was good at it. I guess because it seems normal for a girl to suck a penis, but to see my own dad do it was something else. I took my sons cock in my mouth then and started sucking him off. It wasnt what I had planned, but I couldnt resist. Before I could really get going I heard Dons voice. Whoa, you guys starting without me? I looked up and he was in the doorway naked, he didnt bother. "Where did you get this lovely lady?" The reporter quizzed."Oh, I bought her in Tokyo for my daughter, Becky," Daddy nodded to the little freckle face who had made herself at home on the reporter's lap."That's because I did everyone I was told," Becky beamed up at the pretty interviewer."She came with me on a business trip and I must admit she was the bell to be balled that week. Without her, I doubt if we could have landed the hovercar account." Good for you!" The reporter stroked her long red.