The pace, stress, and never ending worries were brutally exhausting and held back my recovery. I realized it was true when I felt myself renewed and e...nergized by sleeping as late as I wished, eating whatever and whenever I chose, and having nothing to do but tell the workmen what I wanted done.Often at night I spoke to Catherine in my head, telling her about the changes I was making to her home, and how grateful I was that she brought me here to hide out, even though it didn't work out very. So the blow job seemed to be over but, oh well, I had work to do!I think I was kind of expecting her cunt to be a bit, well, used for want of a better word, but she had the nicest tidy lady lips I'd ever seen and it looked so delicious. I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit, in and out of her pussy hole, up to and all around her clit. She was so wet and it tasted so good to me! It went on for ages with my face just buried there as I had demanded, her juices smeared all over my face, and she. " Jennifer looked confused. "The egg?" "The female's egg. They're trying to fertilize it." She looked mildly disgusted. "They look like tadpoles," she said. Carlos laughed. She looked at him, anger in her lovely sapphire eyes. "They were in my mouth, Carlos!" she remonstrated."They've been there before," he reminded her, "lots of times. They've been up your ass, too." "They're disgusting," she said, "the way they look, the way they thrash their tails like that." She hugged herself, shuddering. So let’s go!” Daddy clips the matching red leash on babygirl’s collar and out the front door they go… daddy leads babygirl down the walk and pops her into the truck and we’re off to downtown San Francisco… “Hey baby… are you thirsty?” “Oh, yes daddy! Can I have a peppermint mocha?” “Absolutely, sweetie…” Daddy pulls the truck into the espresso stand drive thru backwards so baby is closest to her favorite server… he’s a young hunkie guy and he always loves to see daddy bring baby in for a drink….