You agree.

You don't even have to think twice. "Of course, Daddy. That's was the entire point of this date. I said I'd do anything for you, didn't I?"

"Thank you. You're such a great girl." He leans over and kisses you. Not the predatory, sexual kiss of earlier, but a warmer, more tender kiss. It makes your heart flutter, again, but in a different way from before. More like... you're in love with him?

He gets up, picks up his phone, and makes a call. "They're on their way up," he says to you as he puts the phone back down. He smiles at you, as he starts to put some clothes back on. You make a motion to do the same, but he stops you. "No, I'm sure you'll be perfectly fine as you are."

A knock comes on the door, and he leaves around the corner to open, coming back with Melissa and Mr. Gordon. She's as beautiful as ever. He's a bald, slightly paunchy man in his sixties. Pretty short. Well-dressed, though. Before you can get to say hello, Melissa commands him to undress. "Yes, Mistress," he replies, and removes his expensive-looking suit. Soon, he's as naked as you, except for a cage locking his cock and balls away from him.

"Julie, come over here," Melissa tells you. "What do you think of this?" She points at the caged penis. "It's... it's so small," you blurt out. It really is. You notice his reaction, notice her smile, and decide to continue down that path. "It's nothing like my Daddys. He's so big and hard. This is just a tiny, soft thing. I'm not sure I'd even be able to feel it inside me. Not that I'd want to," you add, giving a little laugh, as if to point out the absurdity of the idea that he'd get to fuck you.

"You're right, Julie. I have to fuck him, once in a while, or else he becomes all whiney and disobedient. But I'd much rather fuck a real man. We can let him watch as he cleans you."

"Sounds great." Then you have an idea. "But first... could you unlock this for just a second? I want to touch it. Just to feel how it is."

She unlocks the cage, and you squat down. Eye to eye with his member, you take it in your hand. It is rapidly hardening, but that doesn't do much to grow it. He really does have a tiny cock. Your merest touch causes it to twitch, as if he's about to come. "What did your Mistress say about coming?" you ask him. "I'm sorry, Miss," he says to you. Miss? You kinda like the way he's talking to you. You've got him all in your power. It's a different feeling from with Daddy, he feels like he's naturally your superior, but this weak little man? He couldn't boss you around if he wanted to. And that power gives you a little thrill.

You lean in, give the head a chaste kiss. "Time to go back in the cage again," you say, and snap it back on. As you get up, you lean into him, and whisper into his ear. "You know, if Daddy gets a promotion, maybe he'll need a secretary. Maybe I can come to work for him. And then, maybe I could drop by your office once in a while, to. Give you a little more than a chaste kiss?" It's not hard to see that he'd like that. He'd like that very much. "Now, kneel. Daddy fucked me well just now, and I think you're going to have to clean up all his cum.

As you turn around to sit down, you see your dad and Melissa already naked, her on top of him, about to start riding him. On the chair, you spread your legs, allowing Mr. Gordon access to your crotch, as you lean back to enjoy the show in front of you. At first, it's all good. Mr. Gordon certainly knows how to use his tongue, and you tease him with the fact that he's lapping up the seed of the guy who's currently fucking his Mistress. She moans about how big Daddy is. It's not just you who think that, it seems. He really is well-endowed. But just as you're closing in on orgasm, you catch a glimpse of your Daddys face, his lust as he looks up at Melissa. Suddenly, you're all tense. Jealousy burns inside of you. No, he's yours. You try to push it back, try to contain it, and barely, concentrating hard, you manage to keep yourself composed. All the enjoyment is gone, though. Now, it's just about keeping yourself composed enough until they're gone.

After what feels like an eternity, you all finish up, and the other two leave. You look up at your man, and feel your composure about to break.