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"And welcome back." Viewers were greeted by the sight of a smiling Sarah Silverman, face cleaned up over the commercial break, and looking like a real professional news anchor for once.

The first thing the audience heard on return was a surprised squeal.

Rick and Bill had Jessica stripped and on the couch, her modest sundress crumpled on the floor with only a headband in her glowing blonde hair for coverage. She couldn't help herself from crying out as Rick and Bill were both thrusting into her without mercy. Rick lay with his back on the couch and had the pleasure of the 18-year old Brit's chest pressed against his, while Bill hunched over top and got to take her virginally tight asshole. Both men rammed their thick rods into her at jackhammer speeds and refused to let up for even a second so Jessica could catch up.

The camera swung back towards Sarah whose smile remained resolute.

"Tonight, I'll be speaking with young adult psychologist Dr. Tanya Preston. Dr. Preston, it's my understanding you have some concerns about the effect of free use laws on the youth of today, could you elaborate on that?"

Dr. Preston, a bookish brunette with messy hair, a pair of light spectacles, and an olive-colored tweed jacket that just managed to pen in her voluptuous chest.

She opened her mouth to speak, but there was a surprising hitch, for a split second her body tensed up. She adjusted her glasses and cleared her throat.

"Yes, well," Dr. Preston said. "We are in remarkable times right now, with the very first generation of young people coming of age who don't remember a time before the free use laws. And with that - Ah!" She fidgeted in her seat and made a concerted effort to keep a straight face. "With that come all new challenges to overcome."

Sarah was implacable despite something giving Tanya some obvious discomfort. "What kind of challenges do you mean?"

"Young women especially are put under a large amount of stress. They're just being introduced to all these expectations to look and perform, some can find the sudden attention overwhelming."

As if on cue, Jessica cried out from the couch. She moaned and whined loudly, her deep breathing became hitched and irregular as she tried to keep up with the ravaging she was receiving. A wave of chuckles spread across the audience, only very briefly masking the rhythmic clapping of flesh from two different directions. The camera made sure to capture just how hard she was biting her lip, the way Bill held her arms straight back so he had leverage and she didn't.

Dr. Preston cleared her throat to reclaim attention. Though, shortly after, she too bit her lip and gripped the armrest of the chair white knuckled. "What I mean to say is-"

"Listen, I understand," Sarah cut her off. "It takes a certain level of effort to stay perfectly hot and fuckable. Trust me, I know." She made a quick show to the camera. "But girls, take it from me. You're not gonna score any points by complaining about it." She was entirely playing to the audience at this point, Dr. Preston left ignored. "We hear so much about girls' problems, why can't we ever stop thinking about men, the pain they experience when they don't have a fuckdoll to cum inside. Blue balls aren't just a myth you know. Speaking of which..." Sarah stood from her seat, walked around the desk, and looked down beneath where Tanya was sitting. "Mr. Philips, that looks downright painful. Why don't you stand up so we can take care of you."

Incredibly bashfully, Jessica's father, Steve, poked his head above the desk.

"First lesson in America, Steve. Women are here to take care of men's needs. Not the other way around."

"Well- I just thought-" he stammered out with his British accent.

Sarah didn't wait to hear what he thought. His massive erection was straining against the fabric of his pants. Sarah graciously freed it for him.

Tanya, a red-blooded American herself, didn't waste any time. As soon as the cock flew out and smacked against her nose, she began to worship it. She licked it from base to tip, then kissed her way back down, before taking his balls into her sucking mouth while her hand jerked up and down his shaft. Every motion was accompanied by pleasured sighs from Steve.

Sarah made her way behind Tanya and placed her slender, manicured hands against the back of her head. She'd just gotten Steve's head in her mouth, Sarah said that wasn't good enough, and pushed her forward.

"I think what young people today need to understand," Sarah spoke while Tanya gagged on Steve's length, "is how good they have it," she was pushed until her nose brushed up against his pelvis, "so much less stress, so much less complication," bubbles of spit leaked from the corners of her mouth, "worried about having too much sex? When I was your age, we were worried about getting any. And look at how much has improved. Economically, socially, emotionally. Why, we've got the happiest work **** in the world."

Tanya's eyes rolled just slightly up into her head, as her throat spasmed, looking for air but finding nothing but hard cock. Finally, Sarah let her come back off. She sucked in great lungfuls of air with lines of spit still connecting her to the hard dick, if they weren't falling and splattering against her top.

"So what do you think?" Sarah asked her, tauntingly. "Is there anything you'd like to say to those young, tight, 18-year olds out there?"

Tanya was still gasping for air, but she did manage to get something out. "Maybe it's best to just do as your told."

"Good girl." Sarah shoved her face back onto Steve's meaty prick. Then she turned to the cameras. "Well, folks. I think we still have time in our program for one more facial. What do you say?"

They responded with a roar of absolute agreement.