Abby and I often met up while I was nosing around. We always stole a few moments to kiss and love on each other, before she had to get back work. Some...imes Abby would wander in to watch a scene being shot, and then run off to work something into the script that seeing the actors execute her lines brought to mind.She started with one intern, but George gave her three more, because she was emailing edits to her staff night and day. Someone was always awake to deal with her brainstorms, and George. Her entire life, she was thrilled with the idea of dressing up, and when she discovered her mothers old Geisha photo’s, she immediately adopted them herself. Every chance she got she would powder herself white, with red lips and black eyes, and smile secretively at any man who noticed her. Even when she wasn’t able to do this, she almost always wore her lips and eyes as dark as possible whilst at school. When she was 16, she formed a dance group at school and called themselves the Dollies. She. They have no concern for me as a person, they just love that cum. When I imagine a whole world of dominate women, I have strict quotas, I have to produce cum for their business or their schemes, and I'm treated like you'd treat any business resource. when I'm dealing with the idea of one powerful woman, it's just her thing. Maybe she likes to bath in cum, or loves the taste. Whatever it is, I'm under her power and I need to make cum for her.That's the basic idea. I don't know how that sounds to. You're right, probably. I can't imagine the drama they'd make over me having you as a lover, Daddy.” He laughed over the Daddy remark, letting me gather some hope again. “Hey, I'm not going away, silly. You can still come over, and get that fuck you want so bad, Ms Page. Even get as many fucks you like, 'cause I haven't yet ran out of fucks to give,” he said with a smirk. “Do you think I enjoy letting you go home without giving you a proper goodbye fuck?” That was a motherload off my mind – Oh.