.. He fucked his sister. I could fuck my father.My cheeks reddened as a voice barked, “What?”“Father,” I said, my voice trembling. “I ... I ...eed to...”A chair scraped on stone. Footsteps thudded. A lock clunked. The door creaked open. My father stood over me, color appearing in his normally bloodless face, his ivory skin usually melting into his pale-blond locks.“My sweetling,” he groaned, seizing my shoulders and pulling me in. “What is it? Is it about last night?”I nodded my head, my cheeks. I was home free. I had won.He moved up close behind me. I felt his left hand firmly on my back holding me down. I waited for the first smack on my butt.“Here’s your deal, lady. See the phone right in front of you, hand it to me and I will make the call, or…”It seemed like he waited forever; like he couldn’t figure out what to do next.Finally, the pressure of his big hand moved up my back under my hair.“Do you want to let me take care of things and just let you go?”What the hell did he. My fingers alI the while circling and stroking around your clit, but not touching it, making you ache, making you want more. My kisses finally arrive at your slit, as my fingers now stroke past your clit, this time an involuntary gasp escapes your lips as you get that little shock of pleasure.My finger traces a line up and over your opening, before my lips kiss the inside of your thigh, as my middle finger slips into your warm wetness. My lips delicately land on your clit, the tip of my tongue. The other was Megan McConnell a redhead of medium build, with hair of curls reaching her shoulders. Both are dressed in business suits consisting of a white blouse, jacket and matching trousers, and both wearing high heeled shoes.“Please make yourselves comfortable,” the personal assistant said to the women. “Madam President will be with you momentarily.”The two women looked at each other, with an eyebrow raised, as the personal assistant left the office as they wondered why they were summoned.