‘Sup, Dave?’ I muttered, hoping he wasn’t going to engage me in a long conversation. ‘We’re having a Gay Rights Rally down on the mall. Wann... come show your support?’ He waggled his eyebrows. ‘Yes on Three next Tuesdee!’ Yes on Three was a gay initiative to allow gay marriage.

Not a fan.

’Nah,’ I replied, ‘not too excited about it. I’m gonna keep working.’ I turned back to my spreadsheet and kept working. I also noted he had not moved. At length he said, ‘So, you one of those Bible-thumping. “But enough about him. I have to figure out how to turn twenty-eight strangers into a team.”“Why does that matter?” I tired voice said. “And do we have to attend this social?”I turned to see a middle aged man. He was clearly out of shape. I had to guess he was seventy or more pounds overweight as he shuffled towards the exit.“I am not requiring anyone to attend,” I replied. “But it would be to your benefit. Anyone who talks to me during the social can discuss what they’d like to do. Right now. "This isway better than a playboy subscription." Watching my father in action, so cool and calm, I had a new respect for him,and for the first time I was proud to be his son. He announced it was time for a "cavity" search. He said we should start withher perfect pussy. I had to agree. He even let me go first. He started explainingthe make-up of one using medical terms, most of which went over my head atthat moment. I was simply lost in lust, probing my finger around her gloriouspussy. My father. Again he started tickling his hands over my body, round my thighs, over my stomach and round my breasts which he had now pulled out of my bra. Not knowing where I was going to be touched next was exhilarating but my pussy was begging to be pleasured, I pulled at my tied hands desperate to finger myself. He rubbed at my slit through my knickers, ‘You are so wet, you bad girl,’ he exclaimed and pushed his fingers round my pants to feel the hot wetness. Feeling how excited I was he quickly removed.