" Emma sighed and turned from the window, feeling hollow despite her romantic flight of fancy. Two years ago, she could have written a song about that... She would have jumped at it, unable to stop herself. Now she couldn't if she tried, and she had tried. It was no good anymore. The words came out wrong. Even if they were half-right, her voice was no good for it. She couldn't even sing along with the radio. It hurt too much. Everything she had loved about writing and singing was gone. Not just. “Exactly. I may not be in the military, but an order is an order and you go where you’re told. If they wanted to, they could send me to Alaska to buy fish from Eskimos and that’s what I’d do for two years. While structure and discipline are good, the whole process is really demotivating.”“Geez. Sounds like the government just took all eighteen-year-olds and turned them into slave labor.”“Pretty accurate description,” she laughed. “Um ... J? How are you? I mean ... you know, dreaming.”“I won’t. I now know that you had set all this up ahead of time……She replies Yes Sir and pulls a pink glass vibrator from her pocket. She takes the vibrator and places it in her mouth to lube it up….You tell me to take my fingernail and put a hole in my hose….I do as you instruct……She takes the glass vibrator and shoves it into my now moist pussy……hard…she is not gentle with it…this makes me almost jump out of the chair…..you tell me to relax……and to remember that I am doing this to please Daddy…..The. She was watching the others as well as she did all of this. After they switched positions, Ashley shifted from her position, sitting up and throwing a leg over me, so that she was straddling me. She grinned down at me, a beautiful, mischievous grin, as she pulled my polo shirt over my head, leaving me bare-chested. She followed suit, removing her sleeveless, low-cut blue blouse over her head. She had been bra-less as well, so her perky breasts were now exposed a mere inches from my face. .