"Please, Mistress. Yes."Just don't hit me anymore, she thought.Sheri cried out in disappointment when the fingers pulled out of her, moaning when the... were replaced with the moistness of a tongue, sliding inside of her. The shock was palpable. She shivered in disgust. A woman was licking her. She realized the insanity of the thought. She'd had no problem being touched by her, not in the way she'd been touched so far. A blessing compared to the usual. But a woman's tongue? Oh, God! Would she be. She was sitting behind a desk in a crisp looking office and seemed to fall all over herself when a man in a buissness suit barked orders to her, which made me instantly hard! When I finally saw she was alone at the desk, I scurried up to her with a smug look on my face."uh... hello." I said, unsure of what else to say."yes sir? And you're here to see?" she asked automaticly without looking up."No... it's ME. Remember? From the street? A couple of day ago?She started, trying to place me.So you. Kim told me she'd be right back and left my room.I fidgeted for a minute or two, unable to sit still. I wished for a cigarette, anything to occupy my hands, and then the door opened.My ex-wife, Emily, peeked around the door frame and warily said, "Chuck?"My daughter Amber slid around my ex and said, "Daddy?"I smiled and said, "Hi. Yeah, it's me." My voice had lost the raspy tone, and sounded about an octave or two higher than before.Emily stepped into my room and assumed her stance of. "How are you, hon? I haven't seen you in so long."I saw my mother watching us, pleased. But not trusting myself, I pulled back and simply gave Martha Jane an appreciative nod.My mother announced: "Martha Jane lost her job."Martha Jane shrugged. "Laid off." She shrugged again. "What the heck! At least I'm still getting the GI Bill money because of my father. All I have to say is, 'Thank you, Uncle Sam!'"My Mom went on, "Martha Jane showed up just in time. While your daddy and I are in St. Louis.