He smiled as the mother finally threw the towel away. “I hate to say it”, he said. “But you best put your tits back; they would be a traffic sto...per”. Seconds later they were back into position. “If you fuck as good as you suck I think you will be fantastic. I have been sucked off many times, but your mouth was great”, he said as he moved into the flow of traffic. The daughter leaned over the back seat. “What ... what was it like mummy?” she question. “Did ... did you like it and can I do it?”. I noticed a faint light coming from the end of the hallway. A low, anxious whine became audible. The next sound I heard made the hairs on my neck stand up as the adrenaline shot through my body like a drug injected, making every muscle tense and spring into action. I needed to.“Bend over, girl, and let me see your little cunt,” I heard my brother say.“Please daddy, don’t make me do this,” Susie begged and cried.“You got something there I need to see.”“Please, don’t hurt me,” Susie. Still himself."Shit!"But what did he want? Did he really want to be turned into a bimbo, a slut, a whore, a nymphomaniac who only thought of where she was going to get her next cock and into which orifice? Well?Manfully his dick tried to get hard again but it was too soon for the delicate bio-hydraulics of his erectile tissue, too soon after that last soul-satisfying, self-shattering, orgasmic, cataclysm-in-his-pants.This is supposed to be a short story, he reminded himself. I've got to get on. "The Prime Minister's fixer turned down the sound on her video screen with a satisfied nod. Mrs Johannsen would be pleased; she liked her ministers to be able to think on their feet.The fixer knew that the newspaper headlines would be more interested in the "penal not penile" joke than anything else.Moments later the fixer's phone rang. Mrs Johannsen, Prime Minister and leader of New Order was on the line."A good sound bite," Johannsen said."And all her own work. I can't claim any credit.".