The door to his office swept open, slamming into the wall in a loud burst of plaster dust. He cringed away from the noise and felt the floor tilt and ...ove, fighting the nausea that kept threatening to overwhelm him. A voice called his name and all he could do was hold up one finger for them to go away and let him die. He pulled the wastebasket over and put it between his legs, breathing as deeply as the pain would allow. If he threw up the pill, it wouldn't do him any good. If he took anything. I wonder what they talked about? Did she give him the details on what happened in the shower? Do they have rules about these sort of encounters? Maybe I should ask what's ok and what's not? I've heard that some couples are pretty particular about this. Do they do this a lot? Am I the innocent "victim" here? Too much thinking again, I'm sure we'll be able to figure things out as we go. And besides that, those two seem to be pretty low key and open. I ask them to have a seat and disappear into. I pulled back from the hole a couple of millimeters, but quickly realized that this was not going to be easy, it certainly was going to be painful. Going in my dick had been fairly limp, and I had used my hand to work my balls in one at a time. Now my cock was swollen to its maximum, and without use of my hands I could only try to pull everything back out. I tried bending my knees, hoping it would get my dick to pull through, but in its engorged state there was no hope. I tried sliding side to. "Cassie I know what you're trying to say and it's all right."Cassie jumped up and gave me a big hug. "Thank you Daddy, you're so good to me." Ok, that's settled. You let us know and we'll make sure you have a good party. What's the other thing you wanted?"Cassie was quiet for several minutes but we could tell she was thinking about how to say what she wanted. Finally she started to talk, looking at both Sandy and I."Remember when we were at the cabin and you were giving me lessons?"Both Sandy.