Over the next couple of weeks he was finding that Cathy was becoming a regular communicator, not only for information that the organization wanted to ...onvey but more personal chit-chat that gradually began to be touching on erotica. 'Maybe this bird is not as straight laced as I first thought', he muttered to himself as he smiled at her latest contribution, especially the word 'fuck' that appeared a number of times in the joke that she sent. He replied, not putting any emphasis on the word but. The pain was excruciating. The pleasure was dizzying. I wanted to scream. I wanted to cry. I wanted to cum. Daddy was fucking my asshole like a jackhammer. He reached up again and pulled at my hair, making my head snap back. “You're such a fucking slut” He growled in my ear. “I fucking love you so much” I couldn't take anymore. I couldn't hold back. I needed to cum. It was a morale imperative. A matter of life or death, it felt like. “Can I cum Daddy?” I panted “Please let me cum!” “Cum you. Will I ever be at peace with myself? My mind wanders to your beautiful face, your perfectly pouted lips, your beautiful grey eyes, your amazingly beautiful white straight smile, sharp canines pulling my view directly towards them. Your perfectly shaped body, your soft sweet exterior, yet dominant being, making me beg, wanting more of you but getting nothing. Unable to handle myself, squirming with every one of your soft spoken words, shuddering at every touch, wonder, hoping that just maybe,. ”“Uh-huh, so am I. What did you have in mind?”“I want to go clubbing with you. There’s this new place called ‘Noir’…”“Okay Pam, we both need a good night out anyway…”“I thought you’d agree so I stopped at the mall on the way home and got us each a new outfit. Come see what I got you.”I stood up and, taking her outstretched hand, kissed her waiting lips. “I love you Babe.”“I love you too Markie.” She turned and led me to her bedroom which was really just a glorified wardrobe, since she slept in.