Just let your little girl feel her daddy's big fatcock filling her." Her nasty words are really turning me on. I can't help but beginabsently str...king my cock with slow, long motions as I look at thissizzling little slut-girl begging for my meat. I take a deep breath before speaking, then say, "Oh, so thats whatmy little girl wants -- Daddy's big fat cock in her tight, little pussy?" I now take hold of my shaft and begin rubbing my engorged cockheadacross her lips and face as I. "You know, my dear, I have to hand it to you: you're the first non-employee who has drawn that conclusion. It's very refreshing. And exciting." Her eyes glowed. "Let me show you something." She touched a button and a projector lit as the lights dimmed slightly. Darlene fiddled with her mouse for a moment and a presentation appeared on the wall.The initial slide was the ClassyLady logo superimposed on a stylized picture of a shapely woman of indeterminate age who was wrapped from ankle to thigh. "Then you shall have it. But first you must ask me for it. Ask nicely,my dear," said Bishop.Stephen nodded and without another thought he replied."Please, may I suck your cock," he asked. "Very good, you said please. See, it wasn't that difficult. Yes,my sweet, you may suck my cock. Now, start at the head; lick and kissit, make love to it," ordered Bishop. "Take your time. This is not arace."Stephen leaned close and began to kiss the head of Bishop's erect cock."See how easy that was? Now. Is Papa around?" Yes, he will be here in a minute. Why don't you put someone on?"I handed the mike to Bill. He keyed it and said, "This is Bill Monroe. Please tell me who you are, ma'am." He released the key."My name is Shirley Ames Mathews. My husband is the elected Director of Preservation. We are located close to Carrollton. As Janice may have explained to you, we use radios to communicate. Most of the members are farmers but we have an operating machine shop and a few other small industries.