She could always merge them together again later; but for now she wanted it to look like Tom was doing all of the things he was about to do of his own...volition. Without the audio?Tom would never be able to prove that he was being told what to do, or lie and say that he was being forced. Anyone who received the file would just see Tom acting out a sick and kinky fantasy alone in his own living room. ?Now, my naughty little slut,? Princess Dee started. ?Turn around and get your makeup that I. I'm very sore, you just don't know what all have happened to me today. Don't make me do it again tonight, please...'Daniel slowly slid out of the chair and begin to twist me around saying '...if you been giving away my pussy and think I don't wanna fuck, you must be crazy. I didn't tell you to fuck the old guy next door and you know if you let Charlie fuck you better let me fuck...' Reluctantly I turned my butt to Daniel and lowered my head to the floor and pleaded '...Daniel, please, be. " I looked at my watch. "We've got a couple of hours before wake-up." "Come with me. We need to talk," the Commander said as she led me by the hand to the kitchen. Pre-measured coffee things are a God's send when we don't want to think. With a push of a button, the coffee pot does our will without our intervention. I noted the label: one hundred percent Columbian. We would be lucky to see this breakfast blend again in this lifetime. "What's on your mind?" I asked as I settled into the seat. "Being a CPA doesn't get you hot babes?"Howard shook his head, smiling. "Being a movie star gets you babes. Being a CPA gets you Grade C gold-diggers with grasping Jewish mothers..."Caitlin giggled. "So what else attracts you to me? I'm no doubt Grade C, too..."Howard's expression indicated that he was only semi-serious when he replied, "Well, I'd have said you were a good Grade B -- and Grade A isn't worth the trouble, even if it WAS attainable."Caitlin laughed and rolled her eyes. "Grade B?.