Jack simply nodded. “Yeah, I know. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean anything by it. Anyway, what woman out there is interested in a guy with a ready-mad... family? With teenaged daughters, no less! By the time I’ll be ready, nobody’ll be interested.” he said with a laugh.“Oh, bullshit, Jack, and you know it. You’re a good-looking guy with a good job. You can’t tell me you haven’t seen any women who haven’t given you the once-over.”Jack opened his mouth to protest, but then shut it and worked on his beer.. She holds up several items, each one makes me swoon. I get to try on an ultra-short, pink satin baby dress. But that doesn’t fit. Mistress makes me feel all the satin, the lace, the frills. I feel like floating on a big, pink, fluffy cloud.I stick out my arms, mistress makes me wear an oversized, very pink and very lacy dress. She ties a pink bib around my neck and a small pink apron around my belly. She makes sure the big diapers stick out from underneath the dress. To make me drift even more. I wouldn't want you to overload." She smirked.Then her face became serious and she said, "Tell me your ideas for the story."I didn't have much of an idea but I had a glimmer. I thought for an instant to let it develop sufficiently to tell someone. I said, "It's half formed but I'm thinking about two college students receiving some strange text messages or voice mails allegedly from each other telling them to meet and to continue to meet. They do meet and work together to solve the mystery of. But he kept his hands holding my head down. A second passed. Then another. I started running out of air but his cock was still in my throat. I needed air, so I started to pull back but his hands held me down. I pulled again but he held firm. I looked up at him with my watering eyes and saw him smiling at me. “Good girl” he said as I started to gag and he released my head. It popped off his cock, just like the principal before, with a stream of spit running down my face, off my lips and down his.