Burt says to stay here until Gary and Kate get back. I think he wants me to go through a proper goodbye, so I'm not still here when I'm there."I nodde... in understanding and agreement. "Burt's a good guy."Finally, she smiled. It was the first smile I'd seen on her face since we'd gotten back from the airport three days before."I miss him," she said, and I knew she meant Burt. "I'm pretty sure that's a good thing," she said, her eyes sparkling.We laughed together.But it still left her with two or. Half an hour passed before her light flicked on and I bounded out of bed. I could see her moving around beneath the almost closed blind and then the main light went off leaving only the bed light to cast shadows across the room. I looked at the mirror. Taped to the mirror was a piece of paper. On it was a cell phone number in large enough numerals to read from this distance. I copied it down and scrambled around in the dark for my phone. She picked up on the first ring. Before I could say hello. “merto-sexual brown yay”she thinks to herself. Then giggles. He turns from his Sunday Paper’s sports section to enquire about her amusement. “Nothing really Daddy” she smiles sweetly. “I’m just glad you don’t try for that goofy Saddle horn the creepers call a man bun”Philip starts to laugh too. But stops as he takes her vision in. Her look is straight out of the late 1900’s Sarah is dressed for show. Dark purple bow style hair ties holding her Golden blond hair up (picture the way Anna from. "Now let's see how that puckered little hole of yours handles my pipe cleaner." He roughly grabbed my elbows and hoisted me up, throwing me back down onto the butcher block kitchen table, my cock reaching skyward, harder than I can ever remember it.Walking around behind me, his proud, wet cock standing at complete attention, he grabbed my head and bends it backward over the edge of the table. With my throat cavity wide open and straddling my head from behind, he returned to fucking my throat.