My mind flooded with her dirty talking as well as mental images from her videos. “Come Daddy, glaze my fucking tits!” with that last word I began ...o cum. Scratch that, I began to explode all over my daughter’s tits. Stream after stream of hot seed flew from my cock and slammed against the milky skin of her breasts and I continued to stroke as I watched my spunk coating her. Now I had cum a lot in the past few days and was shocked that I had that much to give but by the time I had milked my cock. Nothing about her status has changed." David, what are you going to do? Can I please speak to my daughter?" Jane asked with tension in her voice."I am not going to term her today. I have too few people to run the business right now as it is. But that is a temporary thing. She is at the same risk as everyone else. And if anything happens to them it happens to her too." David said. "Do you understand? I am overruling Margaret on this issue for the time being because of production requirements. If. I guess, she was scared.After a week and so. We became close and she texted me her number to ring her up. I called her. She asked me for a meet up in a nearly CCD. I went there. I was a little late. Won’t lie. 10-15 mins late. You know how traffic is these days. I saw her sitting beside the window. Awaiting me. I went there. And pulled her cheeks from the back. She held my hands and turned around. She grinned at me. And stood up. Hugged me in a formal way. (we were in public). I sat down. We. There was a large bed big enough for two people that was raised up quiet high with a window above it and to the side there was a cabinet with a mirror and a rug in the middle of the room and a small wooden table with 4 chairs in the corner. Other than that the room was spacious and empty. I paced around the room trying to remember anything like Elaine or Sarah or whatever her name was, asked me to. I didnt know if I should trust her. From the start it has all been deceiving others. Was she.