“I don’t have a daughter.”“Of course, I’m sorry,” I laughed, acting sheepishly. “Must have confused her with your niece. The news is suc... a mess these days. I never even saw anything published about the father of your sister’s daughter. Perhaps I missed it.”Barnes fumed, and I allowed myself a tiny smirk as he glared at me. He rounded on Moore. “Is this how she roped you into this? Did she blackmail you too?”“I’m not blackmailing you, Senator. I’m protecting my patrons,” I said, leaning forward. I found my mom in the kitchen. "Hi Mom, where's Ryan and Dad?" "Hi Ashley, Dad's at work and Ryan went to meet up with some friends. Would you like some breakfast?" So far she didn't seem angry with me, so that was a good sign. "No thanks mom." "Come over and sit down with me. I think we need to talk about what happened last night." I sat down with my mother at the island in the kitchen, I felt like I was going to be sick. "First I just want to say that I am not angry or embarrassed about what. I took my time savouring every second but all good things come to an end, I tucked her in and stood up, getting a closed eyed turn of her head meaning: get out. After cleaning everything up I walked to my apartment feeling like a sex machine should feel after a successful performance. It was of course her performance, I was merely a vending machine she operated to satisfy her craving for semen, her order the coin, me the dispenser and my semen the selection. I read an article once, about a rich. He then pushes me against the elevator wall, no longer able to contain his urge to touch my lips. Our tongues intertwine and our lips caress one another’s. He slides his hands up and down my curves, inching his way down to the bottom of my dress, which he raises, and caresses my thighs. Just as we cannot handle the feelings anymore, the elevator door opens. We are met with giggling faces as a family is waiting to board the elevator. We walk down the hall, hand-in-hand, giggling. As we open the.