Besides being your average silly teenage broad looking to grow up, she hadn’t done anything to deserve what happened to her ... and I was not proud ...f it. I came to realize that Daphne needed a better explanation. It would be the least I could reasonably do to make up for some of what had happened.I rang down to the lobby and talked to the misanthropic dunderhead of a desk clerk once more. I demanded that a typewriter and paper be sent up to my room. I intimated it should arrive at my door. This, as you might have guessed, did not help speed up the process any further, with blood rushing from my head to my head. Once I was done talking, she stood up, along with her shirt falling back over her tits, and told me how foolish that was. Do you think, Matthew, that I would be so cruel as to do this to you? Let you leave here without feeling the touch of a woman? I spluttered, Unsure of what to say, not wanting to offend as the scope of her plan unveiled itself. Its fine.She told me. I am so happy I could burst!" Good. That's what I asked Santa for last year." You did?"She nodded."And he told me if I was a good girl, everything would work out right,and it has." Bless you, and merry Christmas, Sammy." The merriest," said Tracey, and they held each other and hugged andkissed.Now, across town.Jacob woke, and smiled. He had enjoyed the dream, and really hoped itwould come true in a couple of days. Then he wept, remembering what hehad promised."I ... I guess there was only one. 'Suck my cock, bitch,' she said brusquely. Megan was confused, evidently having mistaken Lucy for a real girl, which Lucy quietly took some pride in. 'S-sorry, what do you mean?' she stuttered out. 'I mean what I say, you stupid whore. Suck my cock, now.' Megan tentatively reached for Lucy's black thong, only noticing the huge lump after lifting up her nightdress. Megan's fingers touched her stiff prick through the fabric, and Lucy throbbed, her buttplug feeling bigger than ever. 'Good girl, go.