End of story.’ The other two editors clapped and Mrs Beecham joined them. ‘Omigod Skye, with that little inspiring outburst you’ve even got me r...oting for Carey. Um would you mind if we changed your name, er both of them to two more commercially marketable names?’ ‘Yes I would.’ ‘Oh well please forget I even mentioned it. I guess Skye sounds a bit more classy than Daisy.’ Skye looked murderous. ‘Mrs Beecham you haven’t read my two books have you.’ ‘Well no just the briefing from your editor.. I close my eyes and slowly lower my head; my widespread lips and saliva slick tongue reaching out until droplets of cum collect on my chin and I safely surround her slippery fingers with my soft, sensitive mouth. A moan builds in my throat as I slurp on her wonderfully flavoured fingers. I suck them deep into the back of my throat, my tongue flicking up and down their length, swirling in and out between them, darting hither and thither, exploring, seeking, cleaning every last droplet of my. ”“Oh, I see. You would duff them up without them knowing who you were?”“Not quite, Mr. Jones. They would know perfectly well who I was, but be unable to prove it, especially from their hospital beds, or perhaps coffins.”“Oh.” He decided he did not want to know more, and swiftly vanished from my sight. I hadn’t thought that Jones might be squeamish. It is amazing how supposedly tough men were less than happy at the thought of them or someone similar to them, getting their comeuppance. Men like. ” He listened to one end of the conversation. It sounds to him like Ashley was furious but willing to listen. When he heard her say “Oh I thought you were mad about my stream last night,” then “you didn’t watch it?” his heart started to settle back into his chest. Then “What happened in the show? Oh well…” she glanced at her Dad, unsure what to say, “know how my thing is kind of Daddies little girl? Well a guy offered me three grand to make out with my dad, and dad was drunk, so I asked him.