“Slowly Miss Steel. Do it with care.” My fingers trace the inside of my thigh, bit by bit closing the distance to my aching sex. I automatically ...asp with sudden pleasure when they reach my mound. “Softly trace the outside of your labia with your fingers,” Mr. Callahan instructs. I do as he tells me, even though I’m burning to let them slide through the wetness. I implore him with my eyes, appealing to him to let me go further. But he just sips his wine, taking another bite of chocolate cake. He spat on his hand and rubbed it into my ass with his earlier spit. I gyrated my hips as he lubed my ass ready to receive his hard cock. I turned my head toward him and said fuck my ass and make me come like my husband can’t. He said he must be a right fucking mug having such a sexy whore as wife who goes out acting like a filthy slut getting fucked in her shaved puss and tight slut ass. I said he didn’t know he was married to a slut and that I got my kicks out being fucked by lots of. What is it?! she says getting excited, because whenever daddy says that, she knows it will be something she loves. I got us tickets to go see Elmo live! I say as I see her eyes light up. Really!?! she says as she clasps her hands together. I nod. Thank you thank you thank you daddy! she says as she leans over and embraces me tightly. I smile feeling her warm touch. When is it? she asks after she fixes her hair. Well I was thinking maybe we can go and eat McDonalds, and then we can go get our. I covertly slide my phone to Em, hoping she’ll understand that I’m addicted to the piece of technology and in desperate need of a sponsor. Girl has my back and slips it into her purse. ‘Great. Except for the writers’ block. I’m stuck on this one scene where my character Angeliq—I told you about her, right?—is going to this funeral-party-thing. Not sure how to construct the party.’ ‘Because it’s science fiction?’ ‘Mixed with mythology and culture norms. Still working out what a funeral looks.