Want to experience what I've promised. The special frequency of the music soothes you, however, the more I stroke you the harder it becomes to lie sti...l. Your back arches, raising your ass off the table. I'm in tune with you and need to relax you again. The penis sleeve is bringing you subtle waves of pleasure, but it's not time for your climax, handsome. I slow your massage, wondering what's going on in your brain right now. Are you envisioning sliding in and out a tight pussy as the sleeve. " Ilaugh and say, "Right, ha,ha." He pauses the DVD and looks at me. "I'llwaive my commision on your next property sale, if you don't think so! IfI am right, you will owe me one favor." Before I can even answer, hegets up and damn near yells at me to leave the room and come back in 30minutes. Confused as can be, he pushes me out the door, says, "You aregoing to lose that bet," and shuts the door in my face.I wander around the house a bit, thinking that saving his commisionwould be a ton of. Each time she seemed to be able to fit a little bit more of him inside her. Her tongue kept playing with his cock as she sucked him in and out. Daddy's breathing got laboured. She sucked harder and harder. She teased his balls some more. She wanted to know if there was anything else she could do to make this nicer for him, but she daren't let go and ask.Then she felt his hands on the back of her head. Slowly he forced his cock deeper into her until he was way down in her throat. Eloise could. Johnson. Thank you," I said. "Don't sweat it, son," he said absentmindedly. Damn, the way he called me "son" got me thinking what would it be like if he really were my dad? I sat there for a few minutes thinking how happy I might be living in such a happy household with a dad who appreciated me. I snapped back to reality when I realized I had been staring at Mr. Johnson the whole time. "You okay, boy?" he asked. "You've been staring at me for a few minutes." Just as he said.