“The little gay college professor? You?” I nodded. “I can’t believe it. You said you could disguise yourself so we’d never recognize you. Th...t was incredible! Have you done Cinnamon and Teri yet?” I nodded.“Let’s get back to the question,” I said. “You ran this as two different transactions and took a twenty percent commission on the deal. That totaled $12,000. But you didn’t report it. Isn’t that a little contrary to the law?”“If you were picky enough, maybe. But it still isn’t money. As I lay in bed, I replayed the events of the afternoon in my head and very soon had an erection that I stroked slowly. I came again. I thought to myself I don’t remember producing this amount of cum in ages. I drifted off to sleep.I was brought back to consciousness at about midnight, by a knocking at my door. I climbed out of bed naked and went to the door. As I approached the door there was another knock.“Who Is it," I enquired through the door.“Me, Josh," was the whispered reply.My penis. I really was smiling. I actually felt like I had experienced a small orgasmand I liked the feeling!Mac told me to get up and get cleaned up and dressed."Yes Sir", I replied as I got up and walked to the bathroom on shaky legs.I took a shower and the water was warm now. I made sure that my skin wasshaved and I lotioned my body and scented it. I sat down and did my makeup, put on my wig and wrapped a towel around my body from my chest down and grabbed my dirty underthings and heels and went into. “Yes, yes, I...” His words trailed off. He was on the phone with 911, turning himself in for “molesting” our daughter.Valerie, our fifteen-year-old daughter, wasn’t molested. She was punished. I had to convince him. I had to calm him down. I thought I had hypnotized him to understand. He had done it just like I always fantasized. He had taken our daughter in hand, spanked her hard, then fucked her naughty cunt. If he didn’t, she would come home one day pregnant, knocked up by some pimple-faced.