Meanwhile I slide closer to you, touching my thigh to yours… I reach under the table and softly stroke the inside of your thighs, sliding my hand do...n to the knee and then up with my nails. You sigh and lean back as you open your legs a bit wider and I begin to trace the outline of your cock, squeezing it gently and rubbing it. I can feel it throbbing as it gets harder. I unzip your pants and slide my hand inside as I release your cock to my hand and the air. I begin to rub your swollen. " I'm Daddy's little cumwhore." Mmmmmmm....good girl." He was getting turned on. I just loved how, andeven to this day, I can turn him on with a tight pair of jeans and myawful, wonderful confessions to him of who I am for Daddy, and for no oneelse.."Daddy loves your dirty mind, angel," he said.He had never called me that...his angel...it's a word of kindness andaffection and it comments on having a special place in his heart...Iwanted to tell him so bad but the rules..Daddy's rules about not. . no place to park the Vellamo. With no place to park we have to move on.Coming within paint scrapings of Buttercup, a New Orleans river tug ... and being severely cussed at in the process ... the Captain, top hat and all, leaned out his window ... something THAT big is not a porthole.He spit a huge stream of broadleaf tobacco juice out on the river and sang, "Jag ser din outfit som du är från Finland, (I see by your outfit that you are from Finland)," in Swedish ... he sang it.Another huge gob. The only problem was the distance. He was an hour or three away from those people. He had always excelled at knife fighting so the practice got him back to top form, and facing people skilled with staff and sword was good because it let him know the many ways he would die if he tried fighting someone like that on their own terms.He had been sleeping with Rachel for a month. They were both too cagey about relationships to admit to themselves that they were in love, and had been from the second.