Her breasts were amazing.They looked so real! They...Wait, I didn't pack any fake breasts.I peaked into the cleavage and saw the very realistic lookin... fake breatsattached to his chest.Weird, must have been leftover from the magic show or something.I wasn't worried about that as I wondered what to say next.Should I say the next phrase? I could just leave now and that would bethe end of it. Just say the shutdown trigger for Missy to undress back toJerry and it would all be a laugh.Maybe I could. Oh, yes, that feels nice." She pushed until her curled-back fingers were against my balls. "Now fuck it in and out while you suck, Baby."It's unfortunate that there isn't some way to save pleasure the way we save images and sound on film and tape. If only I had been able to save the pleasure I felt as my daughter gave her first blow job, I would spend the rest of my life a happy man. I would give anything to be able to play it back now."You are doing great, Baby. A little harder and a little. I’ve been terribly preoccupied with dirty thoughts involving you, though.” “And what has been on your filthy mind,” her tone was suddenly teasing as she grazed her long index nail down his shirt. “Awful things, Mistress. Your slave is afraid to say.” “Tell me, slut.” “For the past 24 days, Mistress has done an incredible job treating her slave as if he has no sexual needs that your slave has been entertaining thoughts of teaching his Mistress a lesson. He wants to bring Mistress to pain. She had experienced a sexual intimate friendship with a girl once. She enjoyed the same sex empathy of sharing, but men were more interesting and mysterious. And then the time came when she realised how much attraction she had for both sexes. She developed into an object of desire, blessed by nature for nature itself to play its part eventually. Procreation. ‘Hang on a minute!’ Harry pointed a finger at Greta. He had made a quick visit, using his key card to get in. Greta was watching the TV.