A few seconds later, Alyssa was holding a decent-sized butt plug in front of my face. “See, I know what I’m doing.”Somehow, my conscience abando...ed me again, and I took Alyssa’s little demonstration as a green light. She was an experienced young woman, and she knew what she was getting into. I know it sounds absurd – and it probably is absurd – but at the time, it made perfect sense to my libido-clouded mind.I reached for a bottle of shampoo, squirted some into my hand, and started massaging it. "Why are you here, preacher?" I asked.His beady blue eyes narrowed and every muscle in his beefy body tensed up."I'm resigning my commission and leaving the Army." he said, trying to sound jovial."Really... why would a chaplain feel the need to resign his commission?" I asked, letting a hint of puzzled curiosity tinge my words."A difference of opinion with my superiors." he replied blandly.I nodded my head. "Yeah, that has been known to happen." I looked down at my feet for a moment then lifted. She finished off by spraying herself with a bit of perfume. Christine found herself gazing at her reflection in the mirror. "Good enough to fuck," she murmured approvingly, before glancing at her cell phone and noting the time which was now eleven fifty-nine. Time to go.Christine's heart pounded in her chest the whole way over. She knew Pinehurst to be her husband's men's club. It was like Stepford Wives. Women weren't typically allowed in it. She wondered why he was having her meet him there,. They grew harder as he played.I stood up, then put my foot on the arm of his chair, so daddy had a full view of my wet pussy. I had started to cum some, when he was tugging hard on my nips. My cum had started to drip down my thighs. Daddy reached over to touch my pussy lips. I spread my legs a bit more from him. I grabbed his head and pulled him closer to my snatch. I told him to lick my wet pussy. Daddy did as told. licking and nibbling my pussy lips, makes me cum again.I reach down to.