"It's all right, Sukie," I said as comfortingly as I could, "I'm sure she'll be all right. The Doc got to her in good time."She seemed not to notice w...at I was saying. "I made it for her. She'd finished the script. For the video. It was a treat. She was so happy, with her programme, so happy with her writing. She just grabbed her throat and fell. Down there." She pointed to the floor. "She never said she couldn't eat it. I didn't know." Of course not Sukie. She probably didn't know herself. It. She grabbed my dad by putting her hands behind his ass cheeks and started fucking him in a rhythm that was somewhat slow. I know the last thing my dad wanted to do was hurt her, so he allowed her to keep the pace that they she set. She ramped up to another orgasm! My god, if I had sex that slow, I think I would have probably fallen asleep! My dad started picking up the pace and within a few minutes was starting to really hammer Caties petite body. I was beginning to get turned on by events. "I do see that sir, but have you considered the cost? Is this something you want to remember?" Baxter was unmoved."It isn't, but there are always things that you have to do, whether you want to or not. Maybe I'm the wrong man for this job." Sir Timothy said as he felt the weight of his order hit him.Baxter placed his hand on his master's shoulder, "There are many steps we have to take, some we regret and others we cannot change. Does the end result justify the means?" He asked gently.Sir. I even horsed around a bit telling jokes.Soon enough it became quiet and I wandered out onto the darkened stage. The house lights were dimmed and only the work lights were illuminating the stage. I stood on the spot downstage center where just a short while ago I was bathed in twin spots, singing and playing for the packed audience. In the silence of the room you could feel the presence of those fans as they cheered and sang along. This was a time of comfort for me -- a time to look back to.