He leaned over her again and pressed his throbbing cock against his babygirl’s bald little cunt, groaning as he split her lips apart and her wetness... coated him. He pumped his hips, stroking his meat against her slowly.Slow enough he could feel her clit rubbing against the head of his cock.“Yeah, let Daddy rub that little pussy.”Her little pussy was getting wetter from all the stimulation his hot cock was giving her. He could hear how juicy her little cunt was as his cock moved between the lips.. She sighed, wished things were more enjoyable, but was beginning to suspect that this was normal and that her pleasure would have to be pushed away in order for Lance to fuck her.Lance came out of the bathroom, stupid grin on his face, and smacked her ass, said, "thanks, Babe. That was great. Next time, put some effort into it, though, that was hot, you should enjoy it."She sneered at his idiotic attitude and slid into the bathroom where she showered and did her best to remove Lance's deposit. So I started playing the lesbian virgin act; I told her I sort of knew whatsort of bar it was and that I was having trouble defining my sexuality. AsI expected this got her attention. I told her I was from a small village outin the country where it was difficult to be different but I was becoming increasinglyattracted to women and so had come to the city, where I could find out more. She was hooked now, all I had to do was reel her in. I came right out andasked her if she was gay and she said. There's a spy here?" You're quicker than I was. It took me a couple of days and a long talk with Anya to figure that out. Yes, you have a spy on your staff. That's why we're here. We're going to find who it is and shut them up."He sat back and removed his glasses. "You said Anya here was sent to kill you? Who sent her, and why isn't she trying to kill you now? I'm afraid I'm more than a little confused."I nodded. "It's very confusing. The semi-short version is like this: The Director of the CIA.