It was late morning before Tyrone woke and found me inside the Spread Eagle Inflatable Love Doll. The big black man laughed at me, calling me a “dol... fucking sissy slut”. Even though I was ashamed and embarassed, I found my sissy cock getting hard and I started humping the Spread Eagle Inflatable Love Doll’s slick wet blonde pussy, my fake silicon tits rubbing up against her jumbo soft plastic. Tyrone’s mocking laughter made the whole scene that much more surreal, as I fucked a cheap plastic. "I love you, Honey," I whispered, taking my finger from her lips and kissing it. "I won't risk that. But Daddy will like this, okay?"Her eyes glistened. "I love you too, Pete. Please be careful!"Mike turned from his workbench, wires in hand. "Remind me again why I'm doing this?" he asked as his strong experienced hands efficiently stripped off the insulation."You're indulging your number-one daughter," I smiled. "And I think you'll like the result," I grinned at him and turned to Wendy."Would. He wasn't interested in becoming the "hood ornament", as he called it, of anything like that. Getting involved was important to him but he wanted to be sure no one ever accused him of doing it for the pats on the back. He was modest that way and would remain so.Their friend and business confidant, Chielm Beupour, phonetically known as Slim Beepo, had moved back to the States and had just finished settling his affairs with his former fiancé in Boston and had been to WSGG for his final interviews. But why did this make me lucky? Han on, I will come to that.I splashed my face with cold water to bring me back from the slightly drunken haze, trying to focus, dried my face on one of the white towels and dropped it on the floor as I exited the bathroom and stepped into the dark bedroom, only lit by a few candles by the mirror wall, oh yes, another reason why this was a lucky night, I had gotten a room where one of the walls just was a big mirror with a desk in front of it and on the opposite.