I just looked at her dumbly for a minute until I realized she must have been talking about Myrna. I almost laughed, but instead I smiled, remembering ...hat last time she had been bad, but that now she really had everyone thinking she was my mother. For some reason it tickled my funny bone and I wondered if she had told Sally about it too. That was about my last thought before I fell back asleep.I woke up to find the food person rolling the tray over to my bed and raising it so I could eat. When. During tea break in the staffroom they got hold of Katie’s phone and forced her finger onto the sensor to unlock it.“So any more fit young girls in your training stable?” grinned Matt as he looked through Katie’s contacts.“Don’t you dare!” Katie yelped. She tried to grab her phone, but Jim seized her wrists.“You do private coaching too don’t you?” Matt smirked, “and all nicely organised with these cute photos ... oooh I like this one - Philippa McDonald, at St Margaret’s.” He showed Jim.“She’s. She gave me such pleasure.It was incredible to enjoy. My salty precum flowed, coating their lips. Their green eyes stared up at me. They twinkled with their passion, glossy with their lusts. Becky moaned and then she slid her mouth around my cock.Her tongue darted around my dick’s tip. Her lips sealed as she sucked. The pleasure shot down to my balls. I groaned, resting my hands on my daughters’ heads. I gripped them as the pleasure shot through me.Sam darted her head down and nuzzled at my. Ben’s son, Spenser, climbed up on his father’s lap and gave him a hug.“I thought it went well,” Melissa said.“That will depend on how much the public accepts,” I reminded everybody. “Nobody likes to be reminded that they’ve been played for fools. They’re just as likely to reject the message as they are facts if they don’t line up with their worldview.”Lucas was particularly bummed because someone had leaked the Ramblin’ Records private emails. The CEO had referred to country music fans as “fat,.