Gary knew of course that Charlotte was being raised by her Father. He didn’t know anything about her Mother. He did understand that, he was being ra...sed by his Mother, no Father had been around since he was six. He had only seen his own Father a few times, and got a card at Christmas with a few small bills, and also on his birthday. Never a letter, never a note. His Father did send money, that came as a check from the State. That night after the all night party, he took Charlotte home. Most of. “Yeah, you can talk to Colonel Decker if you want, you toad. Or maybe you’d like to talk to Vice Admiral McGinty! I’m sure your bullshit will go over great with him!” I shouted back.“You have not heard the end of this! I guarantee you will soon regret your insubordination!” he shouted back.I hadn’t realized that he had cut off before I shot back “You can kiss my ass, you stupid motherfucker!“Susan came into my study with a deeply concerned look. I’d never used that kind of language around her. A man in his 50's and the lady who I presume to be his wife would have been maybe a little older possibly in her early 60's. Obviously the couple where a little on the eccentric side as the man made the comment to Mistress Suzy that Tweety Bird didn't look that cute on TV, and that she was a far more attractive bird in real life. Mistress Suzy then opened up the feeder door of the giant size bird cage, last time this had happened I had to suck on the most horrible cock in my life, this time. I grabbed her big lovely ass and really pounded her sloppy pussy. Gasping I stopped for a breather. Sheila smothered me with kisses...then deep French kisses. I slid a finger in between my stiff cock and her slick cunt then massaged the juices onto her pulsing rosebud. Again...and again...and again...and again. Sheila moaned and tried to hunch up against me. I held her still. She moaned as I slipped the tip of my finger into her ass...then gathered more female liquid and slid in to my second.