Telling me to shut the fuck up when i start to choke on your dick. when you slap my ass during doggy and tell me that my moans and screams turn you on... mmmmmm mmm mmmm. i get up, slide my skato off and get on my knees. i know what you want and how you want it. i made sure to leave my hair down because you like to thread your fingers through my hair when you're fucking my mouth. i look up to see you holding that hard, fat cock in your hand. you stroke yourself and tell me that you've had just. Bethany tried to think of some way she could communicate. Blinking was the only thing that occurred to her."Wow", said Steve. His eyes roamed over her body. He looked quickly towards the doorway, then walked over to Bethany.He must have noticed she was blinking - maybe he could help."Wish I had a toy like you", he said with a cheerful grin. "Wonder if I'm supposed to box you up, too?"That didn't sound like a prelude to her rescue."I'd like to play with you, but someone would probably come in. “Thanks again! I have a few more calls to make. Keri was going to spread the word to the staff, but Cindi wanted me to tell Mario. Do you have his number in Pittsburgh handy?”I gave him Mario’s cellular telephone number, and said goodbye.“That’s it for the old gang, isn’t it?” Dave observed. “Cindi was the last one. Well, except for Katy.”“And Stephie,” I sighed. “But she never had a chance.”“She was a great girl, no question about it. How is her husband doing?”“Jason is fine. The team has. I guess that proves that biorhythms are bullshit, once and for all! I'm glad we never wasted any money on them.But, back to daddy's diary.He was now planning to let himself go, and if Glen or me turned up pregnant, he knew he had a discreet doctor to deliver the child. Furthermore, he fully expected to make us a fortune, writing all about it!I wasn't so sure that I wanted our little secret to get out in the open, despite the lack of proper prospects in our sexual future.I found myself trying to.