You should be in charge of this family.

You blow your load deep into Paisley's throat and feel her suppress her need to gag, then finally she pulls her lips off you exhausted, her brain fried, her eyes practically crossed. Her mom keeps licking at her bloody young snatch.

You've done great work with these two. What they really need now is continued reinforcement. Too bad once Jim gets home, all that hard work will be for nothing. Unless...

You do work for a company that looks into people's pasts and finds their unpatriotic activities. If Jim is so pathetic that his neighbor needs to come over and teach his wife and daughter how to be Americans, then you'd bet he's got some things in his past that might prove he's not a real patriot. If you exposed him, Susan could leave his ass and come to you (Despite the constant complaining by feminists that things have gotten bad, it's still totally permitted for a woman to file for divorce. All she needs is a man to support her claim, which you'd totally do.)

It's a good plan. It's a great plan.

You leave Susan and Paisley to clean up their mess and quickly stop home for dinner. Amber is sitting at the table waiting for you. She's topless now. Going around topless is a thing she does when she feels jealous that your attention is going to something else, and she wants it for herself. Although half the time it's because you're not even home. Oh well, no use trying to figure out women's tiny brains. You finish dinner, give her a kiss and squeeze her tits. "I have to go back to work. Something urgent has come up." You say, heading back to the office.

Everyone's history is available for a price. Sure, there are companies that will erase your history for an even more expensive price, but you're sure there's no way Jim has the money for that (you've been in his house). You bet he's just hoping that no one looks. But you're going to look. There's no right to privacy at all. Once it was determined that fortune 500 companies should get their own Congressmen, the right to privacy was quick to go. Whatever. It shouldn't be an issue for anyone who has nothing to hide. And you suspect Jim has things to hide.

Of course it costs money, and using company resources for your own benefit could be a problem if you don't find anything. But you're not worried. You fire up the computer databases at your desk, put in Jim's name, do a full search of his life and wait for the results...

Fucking jackpot!

You find some old Facebook posts of Jim demanding women's rights and workers' rights and shit like that. Then you see that he was a member... no the founder of a college group called 'Socialism for America' (back in the before times when such anti-Americanism was tolerated), and finally old photos of him and a girlfriend... a black girl.

Damn. Usually the people you expose get fired, thrown out of their communities, and lose their families. But this stuff is enough to get Jim arrested for subversive activities before he even gets home from his business trip. It's absolutely perfect. You hit publish. You feel triumphant, powerful, patriotic.

Then you hear a noise. Someone's walking into the big office space. You stand up to look over your desk. It's just the cleaning girl. Another perfect development.

"Oh sorry. I don't know someone was still here." She says, stopping in her tracks when she sees you stand up.

She's pretty, in an exotic kind of way. You've seen her before coming in for the night shift while you're leaving. You've never thought of her lustfully before. But you've never felt quite like this before. "Come over here." You say. She obeys. Of course she does, she's just a pathetic cleaning girl. She's quite petite and fragile standing in front of you. "On your knees." You demand, and without protest she drops to her knees. This is certainly not the first time someone working late has gotten some use out of her. Whatever. It's not like she's some pure-as-snow American beauty. She's the fucking help. And right now she's going to help you celebrate your victory.

You unzip your pants and pull your hard cock out. It throbs, demanding satisfaction. You feel a sense of greatness only a man can feel. The cleaning girl's lips part as soon as she sees it, instinctively as it should be. Then you grab her hair and pull her face into your meat hard. You fuck her throat with total abandon, as if it's a wet pussy spread open for your pleasure; as if it's a fleshlight, an object to be thrust into with no regard.

Immediately you feel her resistance. You give it no thought at all. You fuck, harder and harder, your cock hitting the back of her throat. You feel her suffering. It only turns you on more. She coughs, she spits, she tries to pull away. There's no way that'll happen. You're much to strong for her. The sensation is amazing. You're an American man and the world is yours for the taking, and that's what you're doing. You're taking what you want from it. Including this little slut's throat.

Finally you stop thrusting, but the fun isn't over. You plant your cock as deep in hr throat as possible and hold her face there, hard against your body. Her retching makes you even harder. Her gagging makes you feel even more powerful.

Eventually, predictably, whatever she had for lunch comes pouring out of her lips, over your cock, and onto the floor, accompanied by a hideous noise.

You push her off you and throw her to the ground. She looks back at you, her messy, delicate face forming the expression of someone who knows they've been violated. "It's a good thing the cleaning girl is here." You chuckle, tucking your cock back into your pants and heading home.

The details of Jim's past life should start getting noticed early tomorrow morning, and you've already given some thought to what you'll do with the two new sluts in your life. You're going to be an excellent provider to your family. You already have a **** for your own total use in Laurie, your first wife. Now you'll let Amber take Susan as her **** (she can help her with the cooking and cleaning) and Kelly can have Paisley as her **** (she can help her with her churchshool work). And of course, as man of the house, you'll have fucking privileges over your slaves at all times. It's an incredibly generous, giving plan. You can't wait to share it with the women in your life.