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“It's a pleasure to meet you.” “Please, please, call me Will,” Daddy said with that affable ease. It was like he was saying, “I might be a politician, but I'm still one of the regular people.” The pair shook hands, Clint's looking strong, powerful. A tingle of lust shot through me. Outside of any incestuous relationships, Clint would be a man I would consider fucking. He always had a harem of pretty girls around him. His sisters, those Japanese twins he knocked up, even his own aunt, one of my college professors. “You enjoying the party, son?” Daddy asked. “I bet it's a bit different from the parties you attend.” A naughty glint flashed in Clint's eyes. “Sir, you'd be surprised just how different from the parties at my house.” A tingle rippled through me. He fucked girls. Lots of striptease girls. “You look like teasing a man with a question,” my father continued. “Spit it out. I'm not one for all that bullshit about beating around the bush.” He spoke like he was saying, “I'm not like those other politicians that try to fuck your daughter while picking your pocket.” “Gay marriage,” Clint said, which had me blinked. “What are your thoughts?” “That it was a shame that it took so erotic long to be legalized,” my daddy said like he hadn't opposed it once when he was much younger, shifting as the mood in California, and the rest of the nation, changed. “Everyone has the right to be happy and marry the person they love. It was wrong of the U.S. to deny them that, but now the Supreme Court has righted that wrong.” Clint nodded, a serious look on his face. “So you must think it's an equal travesty that bigamy isn't legal.” “Bigamy?” Daddy asked, confused. “Is it any different?” Clint asked. “If three people want to marry each other, to form that bond brunettes that two people get to share, why not? They're consenting adults. They are people who care for each other. And yet they're denied those same rights.” “Are you a Mormon, son?” Daddy asked, a grin on his face even while I felt the stiff tension through his body. “He just wants to marry both his girlfriends, softcore Daddy,” I said. Pam was a cute, Japanese beauty while Melody was a sexy blonde that officially was Clint's first cousin, which was girls legal for him to marry in California. Rumor had it that Melody's father was actual Clint's. They were half-siblings. It was so hot. If I couldn't have Daddy... Daddy arched an eyebrow. We both finish our drinks and I order two more. He shrugged, “I guess.” And he teasing reached down and got the cup, taking a small sip of it while I played with his dick. Her firm brunettes young tits girls softcore stuck out from her chest, the dark hair of her heart shape pubes framed the gentle swell of her mons. She moaned and ground herself, pushing me further inside her womanly folds. Zainab reached for her wrist and drew her hand towards her hip. The bastard was standing there, grinning and holding erotic the clit ring’s remote control in his hand. When she heard the door close she quietly climbed. "Okay, that's enough." With that, he takes out duct tape and covers my mouth as a gag. I gasped and groaned, grinding my cunt on Clint's mouth. It was hard not to moan. His complexion was fair, his brown hair short and messy. “Right, right, the tests,” the girl said. I just shook my head and asked whom I could call to voice my displeasure seeing that you are working short-handed and clearly the striptease customers are being abused.