2Harry Hill called Kate Hadley at eighty thirty a.m. sharp, Maui time. That was their agreed upon time for first calls if one was traveling or sleeping with someone else, away from the other. On this particular morning, Harry wanted to be sure to call her, first. He loved her, in their fashion. But the more compelling reason was that Kate's daughter Sasha was lying naked in Harry's bed, and had just minutes before swallowed a load of his c*m, and was now licking him clean.
“You’re calling Mom?” she asked anxiously, looking up as he punched a call into his phone. Harry nodded.
“I should go to my room,” she said.
“You'll stay, little slave girl. She'll need to speak to you.”
“Jeez, Harry. I can't!”
He raised his free hand.
“Daddy! I meant Daddy. But please don't make me, okay?”
“Go ma
