I mentioned again about my friend who had similar problems, I will probably talk to her as well, but other than her and my parents, who I assured woul... all be discrete, no one else would know about it. Eventually we parted ways once we reached her house and we agreed to meet again in the morning at the same time, which would probably be a regular occurrence.I arrived home and could smell something good. I hung up my coat and dropped my shoes and backpack off, and approached the kitchen. Slowly. He watched the window across from him, intently. His room was still darkened, and he sat back, behind the shades so he couldn’t be seen.Just like clockwork, at 5:45 AM, the shades across from him were opened, and a gorgeous, voluptuous redhead stood there in a shorty nightgown; her breasts stood up proudly and her nipples poked through the thin garment. Jack picked up his powerful binoculars, and focused them on the lovely sight. Before long, she had removed the nightgown and began her daily. She was enjoying it so much she climaxed and squirted out her special juices onto the pad. I said "OK, let's move onto bigger & better things." She rolled off my lap and went to get a drink of water. Because cumming the way she does (squirting) takes a lot out of her and she needs to Keep hydrated.Her second bedroom was filled with everything you could imagine. Like 15 different canes and tawses, paddles, wooden slappers, leather slappers. Many different dildos! Some double headed. She. I’ll order the pizza and get it on the way home. Love you.”“Love you, too, Daddy.”Since I was driving and didn’t want to take my hands off the wheel any more than I needed to, I kept driving, knowing the phone would disconnect when Simone hung up… except, she never did. She might have thought she did, but she didn’t. She started talking to Paige, not realizing I was still on the line.“It’s so hard to get you to come over for a sleepover. You’re always so busy.”“I know, I’m always busy. So, how.