I didn't want it that way either. I was in heaven and I had my angel in my arms.We had taken but a few steps toward the monster looking room filled wi...th squares and tubes, slides and platforms to play on when Michelle pressed her face into my neck and whispered "Thanks dad."Then even more softly, she added, "Usually I have to eat all of my food before I can play."At that, I played DAD for a second. "Well, you still have to take a time out from playing to eat, Peanut."Michelle didn't answer me. "Wendy nodded and she and Marvin followed the van out of the Tenderloinand into a very posh neighborhood on the north side of the city. Whenthey reached there the strange man told her, "Go into the lab, and stripcompletely and then stand in the rotoscope chamber."Wendy blinked, but understood more than Marve or Mr Paloudouris gave hercredit for. She took of the clothes she wore and walked self consciouslyinto the strange looking round chamber. The rotoscoping arms moved upand down and Mr.. I wanted those nipples in my mouth. I wanted her milk pouring down my throat. I thrust up and she couldn’t help herself but start again grinding on my cock feeling it deep inside her against her cervix. Yeah, she loved my cock, deep and thick pressing against the walls of her pussy, thick enough to pull on her cunt lips and sensitive clit. Despite her pleas to the contrary, I gripped those big mounds and milk began leaking. I’d gotten her. She was losing control. She enjoyed my cock too much to. . do you want to fuck me now? Because if you’re Dictator ... well, there’s no one to overrule you, is there? I’d better be on your good side first, right? If my bosses don’t like me fucking my interviewee in this case, they can piss off ... or kiss my ass!” the reporter, an Irishwoman named Fíadh O’Mellan, now pressed her case to me, not that I was likely to resist her charms.For one thing, fucking a TV journalist on a live broadcast, with the camera crew forced to act as my personal.