What I did. As if someone will tell everyone what I did....what WE did. Knowing that nothing will spare me from the cruel passing of time, I reach int... the pocket and pull out my phone. The screen lights up brightly, hurting my eyes softly. The I see it. Four messages. All by 'Sabrina'. God. What the fuck did we do, honey, I ask myself. A swipe up reveals the contents of the messages:1st message: 'Dad, where are you?'2nd message: 'If you are scared, I won't tell mom or Jessica, anything!'3rd. ”The slow jazz his father liked to listen to when he needed to calm down was playing on the radio. That is what Ray needed on those rough days when the last thing he wanted to do was pour all of that hard day at work onto his family. If the slow jazz didn’t work, the classic rock station saw the return engagement of Rockin’ Ray on the karaoke mic. Luckily, no one heard him, and he just sang along with whatever song was playing. Both Murphys started to smile when the song after the commercial. What I don’t know at this time was this was to be the first of many such encounters with strangers. Todd had it all planned out for the next six weeks. I was programmed to go out every day, find a complete stranger who looks straight and able, and seduce him into a usually brief spanking and cocksucking session. I was to never do anyone twice. You do the math. This is not a big city. Word would spread and my reputation was to be ruined. Todd had told me to always had me wear a short skirt. I turned away from her. Then I undid the button at the top and moved down the zipper. I felt glad that I am not facing her face at that moment. After the zipper I tugged down my pants slowly to expose my bare buttocks to her.In the process my crouch also became open in the front. I had my hand ready to cover that one essential thing. My erect dick. I covered it with my one hand, often finding it difficult to cover the head or bottom due to the size of my thing. My only relief at the moment is.