It’s almost impossible to get out of the lobby because your fans and the paparazzi are camped out,” Brook supplied.“How do you know they’re my...fans? There might be someone else famous here,” I hoped.“They’re dressed up like fanboys and fangirls,” Kent said.I’d had this happen once at the University of Chicago when we did the ‘get out the vote’ rallies. I thought this had calmed down some. I mean, in North Carolina we had people come out to the games, but no one dressed up.I called Hana and had. Always the same time. Her heart raced, and she took a sip from her glass. She sighed out, calmed by the stillness of her room. She took another deep breath, and watched the clock. Still 3:33. Her hand moved to her chest, rising and falling softly as her heart slowed down. The minute changed.Standing up, Autumn moved to the window, cracking it slightly. The sweet, crisp country air drifted inwards, soothing her lungs. She moved back to her bed, sprawling out on the soft sheets. The left side of. This hot and wicked surge of delight that sent bliss firing through me. It washed over my mind. It drowned me in ecstasy.All while Daddy's cum splattered my face. Just the way a slut-daughter should take it. Lines of his spunk painted my cheeks and chin. Landed on my lips. I flicked my tongue out, savoring his salty seed. He coated my glasses. More and more of his cum covered them. The jizz ran down my temples. It was so amazing.He grunted. Groaned. “Dusk!” he snarled. “Jesus, Dusk!”“I know,” I. “You better do a better job, otherwise I will fire you.” “Please don’t fire me.” I said. “How can I make it up to you?” “I think a good spanking would help you remember your duties around here.” “But I am a grown man!” I protested. “Not a naughty little boy.” “Either you take the spanking from me right now, or you are fired.” “I want to keep my job, so I guess I will let you spank me, ma’am.” I said. “Then hold still, and don’t move until I tell you to.” Then she unbuckled my belt, unzipped me.