“This system works remarkably well and no case of a successful forged CITI has yet to be reported.”Still, I didn’t want to interrupt.She acknowl...dged this with a nod and continued. “No access to a real CITI has always been the best deterrent against spies and foreign agents.”She didn’t pause long enough for me to comment. “While a CITI can’t be faked as you know. A genuine one, however, could be issued to anyone with unrestricted access to a CITI machine.”“But I always thought, that even the. ." you whimper, squirming on the bed."Beg me, you little slut," I snarl into your ear, and you respond as a daughter would; obediently."Please, daddy. I want your cock in me. I need you to fuck me, need you to **** me. Please, please, pleaaaase, daddy," you whine, begging. "Fuck me, daddy, please, please, please..."My teeth are gentle as they tug at your earlobe. "Are you going to be a good little slut for daddy?" I ask softly. "Are you going to be daddy's whore?"The words send shivers down. Jimmy had waited as patiently as he could, hoping that his mother would be back directly. But as the moments passed, slowly, his sense of time distorted, the boy began to worry that his prick might shoot off by itself in a sort of wet daydream.Why was Mom taking so long?Jeez – was Sis suspicious? The thought made him tremble, partly because it would be shameful if the girl knew what he and his mother had been doing, but mostly because he was afraid that Holly's suspicions might prevent his. He was a thirty-something with an average build, I thought he was a good looking guy and had always enjoyed his company. I couldn’t help but notice his crotch, I guessed he was going commando and I could swear I saw a lump laying sideways. I surprised myself by suggesting we find a booth, and he seemed to like the idea.We talked a bit more, then I said, “Tell me if I’m out of line here, but we really like each other’s company. I was wondering if you wanted to come over to my place.”Jack.