.. what are you ... Daddy?" Melissa stammered as her eyes jumped back and forth between us.I said nothing as I watched Mario take in Melissa's new hom.... "Jesus," he finally muttered as he slowly shook his head. "Are you trying to kill yourself Miss?" It's perfectly safe," she insisted but I could see a concern growing in her eyes as hers followed his."You're going to live up here twenty-four hours a day for how long?" Mario asked as he slowly shook his head. "Heck, you know better than that. .. When they love you, they are concerned for your well-being, and they worry when they don’t know how you are.”She was getting worked up now; there were tears in her eyes, starting to trickle down her cheeks. I braced myself for another torrent of abuse, or even a hard backhand to the face.“When you got that letter from Cathy; I knew what she was going to tell you, she spoke to me on Friday saying she had sent it, and that she wouldn’t be coming up; I was worried just how you might take the. He had invaded her space, so she half turned, taking one step back, turning into partly seeing me in at least her periphery vision. I saw her tiny smile form on her lips, like Mona Lisa, and just knew she was remembering the fun we had had earlier while she did what felt like a professional pedicure on my feet. I hadn’t minded at all because the whole process had got us giggling like children, but I did have the thought flash across my mind that if I had a traffic accident on the way home and. “That’s a good girl,” he told her, “it’s always good to show a man how much you appreciate his cock.” Jack moved his hips gently back and forth as he gripped the back of her head, getting her used to the feel of his cock in her mouth. “Good girl,” he told her. After a few minutes he stopped her and pulled her head so that her lips were touching his testicles. “Kiss them,” he told her. She looked up at him and obeyed. “Good girl,” he told her. He looked down at her as she kissed him.