On the other hand, she was more then willing and it felt great. What to do, what to do. We snuggled. I could feel her sweet breath on my cheek."Daddy?... Yes Honey," I replied."Would you give me a massage now?" I had to think for a minute. I had just received the best hand job of my life from my hot teenage daughter. She had actually taken my load in her mouth and swallowed it, something her mother had never done. Here she was all worked up and I was going to roll over and go to sleep. No wonder. I thought shehad quit rolling the dice just after I told her I didn?t want to know theresults. Probability dictated that she should have rolled ones, twos, fives,and sixes not just threes and fours. I wonder if she was planning on thatchange before I mentioned it. If she had, she was likely planning the blackmailand enslavement at least that far back. I wonder if she was planning it whenshe started that game. The story of myenslavement must have interested Sandra.?How often doyou let him out,. She'd go to some bar planning on having a quiet drink or two with a couple of girl friends. Then a bunch of elves would turn up having rolled out of some office party, bragging about how they'd all finished painting rocking horses or toy trains or whatever for the year and made their bonuses and now they were going to have some FUN.Or the pixies would be out on the pull, out of their heads on mushrooms, looking for some of their sort of music which - as far as Deborah Snowdrop was concerned -. She whispered "suck". I looked at her with my "it's not gonna fit" eyes. She smiled back and softly said "Try. You'll do fine."I relaxed my jaw and managed to get the spongy head in my mouth. I maintained eye contact with her as I sucked and worked the sensitive bottom area with my tongue. I could feel it growing. Once it was firm enough, I relaxed my jaw and started pushing, trying to get it down my throat. No luck. I backed off it, looked at him, and asked him "fuck my mouth?" I took a deep.