Finally she asked daddy if she could cum. He told her to beg, so she said “pretty please daddy could I come?” he asked her why? She hesitated and ...hen responded “because I’m a sissy slut daddy” she unknowingly came, spurting all over the table, without touching herself. He smiled, sinisterly. “lick it up”Samantha gets off the table and kneels to where her puddle of cum is. She bends down and slowly licks it clean. SMACK! Daddy’s bare hands spank Samantha’s ass. “I never gave you permission. Oh dear. ‘Janine, Janine, are you okay?’ She was almost too afraid to turn around, but she knew the voice. Drew’s father? Coach Carter? What just happened? She tried to hold them back, but she could feel hot tears streaming down her face. They mixed with the creamy stuff on her face and fell in white globs on to the coach’s jeans. Luckily they were dark, or the stains would be very obvious. As if the other ropes of his cum all over the crotch of his jeans were not damning enough. Coach Carter. “The first thing we do is start up the log sheet to show that we’ve arrived, and then we make the check phone calls to Billingham to ensure that all three lines are working.”He showed me how to complete the log sheet, and then we made the three check calls on the lines, both ways. He was running through the information sheets under the perspex when there was a knock on the door; it was one of the ladies from the canteen with a trolley. She greeted us with a smile.There was a small rectangular. I said nothing, he then put his hand on my shoulder, that clutching grip spurred me on to speak. “This is Captain Andrews, Candy, I brought him here to meet you.”“Hello, Captain,” she said hesitating. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. Dear, if you’re bringing home a dinner guest a little warning would be appreciated. I can make do you understand, Captain, but sometimes Jeffery is very inconsiderate.”The captain sauntered straight to her, tossing his hat on the chair near the door as he marched to.