It was in the safest place I could imagine. After a brief stay with Ed Krajick, the package had ended up in the hands of my friend, the former Colonel...of the Committee for State Security. She had no idea what the package contained, and had made it clear she did not care. She had simply promised to keep it safe, and keep its very existence secret.With my mental health issues, I could only hope that Doctor Mercer would agree to see me. Not just because I needed the help, but my sister’s request. "Marisa, your tits are fabulous, your ass is a miraculous work of art, and that mouth of yours could make the Pope come in his dreams. You are one of the hottest little sluts I've ever known." I was holding her knees together, off to one side, while I worked in and out of that tight little ass. After at least ten minutes of punishment, it was still as tight as a fist on my cock. I was thinking it was a miracle I ever got my head out of there in order to change positions."Oh my God," I heard. I would see the same people day in and day out, and since I was going at the same times you would notice the same people in the lockers everyday like clock work. I always knew there were some dudes “looking and lurking” but that’s not my thing and I would just undress, shower and then get dressed. Most of the guys would also walk to and from the showers completely naked, I guess to show off... so naturally I started doing the same. Anywho, after awhile I started noticing this tall very muscular. He’s so professional.I lean over and lick the spot of precum on his pants, and then I nuzzle my face against the bulge. I hear Mr. Bear breathe in.My deft little fingers undo his button and zipper. His breathing is quiet now, like he’s trying to play it cool.“I know you like it when I touch your cock, Daddy.”“I’m at work right now, little girl.”“That’s not a ‘no’.”Daddy says nothing, so I pull down the waistband of his underwear. There is his magnificent cock, swollen and pressed tightly up.