If you don’t like it, that intolerant redneck Stephen Harper will happily send you back to the desert. I don’t like him but he’s good at dealing...with religious crazies from exotic places. Me? I was born in the City of Montreal, Quebec. I’m a Canadian citizen by birth. They couldn’t get rid of me if they tried. Stop gawking at my cross, Ahmed, or I’ll find you. All these thoughts run through my head as I wait in line to get a computer. Right behind me there’s a fat Hindu chick getting off from a. I take a few moments to just luxuriate in the effect I'm having. Bask in the adoration. As usual I'm experiencing a satisfying surge of power being the object of such desire.And as usual I want to use and abuse it.So I decide to fool around a little.I resume chatting in desultory fashion to stooge Petra but at the same time I start playing the temptress for the guys that are watching me.I flick my eyes around the bar, make with the sultry pout, tossing of hair, licking of lips, suggestive. I am assured it will be delivered to my room within ten minutes.I quickly grab a pair of jeans and a t-shirt as I await a knock on my door. My mind is racing in a thousand abstract directions.In a few moments, there is a soft knock on the door. I look out the peephole and see a young man from the front desk. Opening the door, he hands me the envelope, wishes me a good evening, turns and walks away.The envelope -- hotel stationery -- has my name and room number neatly typed on it. Nothing. . you sure aren't making it any easier... and it isn't a thing... it is a cock." Daddy... I told you I didn't want to make it easier... I want to make it hard... I love that I can make your cock hard."With that she looked up into his eyes and raised up on tiptoes, rubbing across his fully hard cock and kissed his lips softly, lingeringly and Tony felt her tongue flit between his lips briefly. She pulled away and smiled at her very confused father.The song ended and Tony turned her around and.