If I couldn't wrapmy silly head around it, that was my problem.Besides, wasn't it so much more fun to lick his cock than to worry aboutproduct develop...ent? Especially when I got to hide under his desk whilehe was in the middle of a meeting. It was so hot, silently getting himoff with someone else in the room completely unawares.I felt guilty, going behind my wife's back like this. I wanted to tellher, I really did, except that I wasn't sure what she would say. Thetruth was, I'd grown addicted. It's like a feeling in my tummy.. like I need something in there or something and like the insides of my legs get wet." "Sweetie that's called getting horny. You're horny now.. you know what would make that feel better?" "What Dad?" "Here let me show you.." I got up off the chair and told her to sit back down by herself. I searched the website for a video of a girl playing with herself. I clicked play on one that was just a girl sitting in front of her computer much as my daughter was and. Damn. I should have remembered. My fears were distracting me. I had to get past them, to squash them, and get on with my plans. The sooner I left town, the better I would feel.I nodded in acknowledgement to Alyssa’s reasoning and then climbed out of the car.We went inside and I knew by the music alone that I would be lucky enough to find anything made for the male gender, much less anything that fit. The shop reminded me of Joyce’s Rack, where my girls and I had purchased our costumes for. It was a bit of a stretch, but her sharp claws were just rubbing up against the rope. She started to rub her claw up against it, scratching the rope and slowly unthreading it. It was a slow task and she had to stop every so often when the Bokoblin that was pacing looked her way. The rope around her hands was close to snapping, but she had to keep it quiet and hardly noticeable.'Keep going, keep going' Medli thought to herself. SNAP! The rope had been cut off, releasing the tight grip and.