As with Camille he was telling her the truth."Thank you," her smiled widened."Where we going?" To Chef Bordeaux's." I hear you have to have a month's ...reservation in advance to get in there." I have my connections," she said softly as she pulled into the rush hour traffice. "So how was work today?" Okay, you?" I don't work, silly," she laughed lightly. "I'm a wealthy girl." I thought you were working for IBM as some kind of an advisor." No! I just told you that because I didn't want you to think. Mom had met dad because of his special nature. Dad is the rarest of our kind: The male with the extra toy.Because of the physical needs of the female organs, the person with both sets tends to be dominated by their female side.We are living proof that daddy's male side won out.Mom admitted to having bi-tendencies. Getting together with daddy seemed like the perfect mating!But then daddy was so decidedly male that mom lost her way. Dad had no breasts, no soft skin to the touch, no female scent;. Maybe that whorehouse madam initiated the paperwork for Sasha.”“More complicated to trace.”“I know. Assume for now that the brothel was in Chicago. That could narrow the paper chase down. But first I’ll check on the date of her papers, that should tell us.”Parallel to Cathy’s digital efforts, I went old school. Daddy. He gave me a Madison number to call, “Artie Kowlinski. Good guy. Smart. I met him at an FBI profiling session.”Mr. Kowlinski remembered Daddy. Most people on both sides of the law. Sammie continued to thrash about the bed. I motioned for Diane to take the dildo out of Sammie's mouth and to give it to me. When Diane took the dildo out of Sammie's mouth, Sammie cried out, "No, I want to suck it. Please! It feels so good in my mouth."Diane handed me the dildo, looked down at her sister and snarled, "You want something to suck? Suck my clit you filthy, little whore!"Grabbing Sammie's hair, Diane pulled her face to her pussy. Sammie didn't put up much of a fight and just.