It seemed that I wasn't the only one who was turned on by the idea. Everyone but George had at least one hand on or in their pants. I tried to appear ...errified as several flies were undone, darting my eyes from one crotch to another in case someone had something interesting to show me.Skeeter shoved me to my knees before pulling his own zipper down. He pulled his cock out, waved it under my nose, wrapped his fist around it and started stroking. It wasn't real long, but it had a big fat head on. ’The inspector put the phone down and went down the corridor to the interview room, collected Samantha and took her to the room where Ryan was waiting.‘Well Mrs Wainwright, Mr Betts, I have some good news for you. Mr Wainwright is alive and has just left a hospital in France. Quite how he got from Portugal to France I don’t know, but I’m sure it will all come out in the fullness of time.’Samantha seemed to go faint and had to be supported while Ryan just sat quietly. As she regained her. Lloyd McCoy was right about how easy close it was and how easy it would be to spot the big red FiberDyne sign. It was a big sign attached to an even bigger five story building.There was no receptionist. I was met at the door by Lloyd McCoy."Cooper, its a pleasure to meet you at last," this handshake was a little milder than others I'd had recently, and a little more timid, though Edwina was right about the voice. Lloyd tended to boom."I'm pleased to meet you too, Mr. McCoy," I smiled, looking. Oh yes I thought to myself... finally, Daddy cock! And with that, Daddy pressed into me hard and deep, I felt it sharply, not quite painful but forceful enough to really feel it stretch and fill me instantly. Now, I'm not into being hurt but I do love to be taken, owned, used like a toy for Daddy's amusement and sexual pleasure. I love to be posed and directed, challenged and fucked senseless then rewarded with sweet, hot Daddy cum!And that's exactly what I got. Really starting to fuck me,.