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Should I assume you want to see her?” Mark asks rhetorically. “Yes, of course.” He walks me over toward her. Before I get with in 20 feet of her desk she is out from behind her desk and leaps into my arms. She is kissing me all over as Dakota stands and watches with a smile. Darleen whispers into my ear, “Honey, I want you so badly. When do I get to have you?” “Well tonight if you want to come by my house. Although, I’m married now, if that matters to you.” I say back to her. “Married? Does that mean you won’t play with me?” She asks sounding defeated. “No, it means my wife might join us, maybe even indian my assistant, Dakota you see behind me. We’re a very playful bunch, much, much more playful that I ever was before.” I say to her. “Give me your address and I will be there probably begging your wife to share you.” Darleen says in my ear. I put her down and write my address on a single post-it note for her along with Dakota’s cell number and my own cell number. Mark and I shake hands. He asks me, “Can you please go easy on her? I kind of need her to come to work tomorrow and not all knock-kneed. Have you noticed, Darleen could be your assistant Dakota’s sister? They look so similar its almost eerie.” I agree and leave with Dakota. She has already texted Fred that we’re coming back down in a couple of minutes. In the elevator, I ask Dakota “Would you like to know a secret?” “Yes, I would love to know a secret.” Dakota says with a smile. “Before I met you, Jill, Blowjobs and Tina, Darleen and softcore I were fucking like bunnies all the time, virtually everywhere we went. She has a sexual power that rivals yours. And, unless her last boyfriend screwed her up, she loves women as well as men. Mark pointed out that she looks very similar to you, which I must agree. She could be your slightly older sister.” I say to her. “That would be yummy, a sister whom I could play with that really isn’t my sister at all. We could tag-team you and make you cum so many times you would beg us to stop.” She says giggling. As we get on the elevator, she says, “Kiss me Daddy. Please.” I put my arms around her and pull her in close. Our lips meet for a long tight passionate kiss. The elevator stops three or four times and people get on and others get off, but we don’t break our kiss. Once we reach the ground floor, we break from the kiss and head out the door to Fred waiting for us. CHAPTER 8 The ride home was uneventful, although Dakota kept rubbing my thigh making me hard for the entire ride. It was always like this for Jane; once she was softcore indian sexually stimulated, whether from fucking, sucking cock, or even playing with her tits; her body responded by giving her one, continuous, low grade orgasm. Her body was so hot and the dildos were not going fast enough to satisfy her increasingly wicked needs. “I can’t, Mother. Through the grating on top of the aquarium, she dropped these cubes one by one. "Not even close," she said "you're going to eat your sister's pussy until you she cums." mom continued, and I felt sick to my stomach "you will keep going all night if you have to." “I loved being fucked by a feyhound. His restrained moans bounced around the cold van as he felt her lips go further down. She stepped back. "So if I had fucked them right there in front of you. I wanted to give Aingeal Blowjobs something, too. This is no pretend. I suppose the title of this story isn’t really fair on Lucy because of her qualifications, and we soon discovered that Lucy is brilliant at absorbing information and regurgitating it on demand; but she doesn’t have a lot of common sense.