“Aaaah Shelby, suck your daddy’s cock like that,” I groaned, “Daddy’s gonna give you a mouthful of cum soon, and I want you to drink it all....I want you to suck my cock dry of all my cum.”Shelby, sensing I was about to cum soon, backed off slightly, keeping just the head of my cock inside her mouth as she sucked, and her hand began to stroke the length of my faster, squeezing my cock tighter. “Aaaaah,” I groaned, as I felt my orgasm begin, “here it comes baby, drink my cum!” Shelby tightened her. I know what shewould like me to do and I can't deny the thought of it was intriguing.Still my degree says Engineer and all through my life I have been trainedto think things through and weigh the options. This is my life I amtalking about here so I sure don't want to make any mistakes.Chapter 7What in the hell are you doing Beth I asked to myself as I wrestledmyself into a pair of pantyhose that Sunday morning. Here I was gettingready to go to mass and Mom was nowhere in sight. Hell she was. I was a long way from consciously doing anything for myself. Instead I was simply obeying a minor directive in my core programming to keep a record of all my important experiences. Since I didn't know what was important and what wasn't, I kept everything.At night, when no one else came for my services, I automatically entered simulated sleep mode that serves two purposes.First it gives me time to compress the memories of the last day down to something manageable. I now know that I was created. The meeting took place at my house. It was on a Sunday. My wife always went to visit her mom on Sundays after church, so I had about a two hour window.I got dressed for the meeting wearing panties, bra and heels as instructed. My heart was racing, I was so incredibly nervous and was wanting to abort the whole idea. About that very moment I received a text message from him saying “I’m here”. I peeked out the window and he was parked out front. I texted back “come on in”.I opened the front door.