"Time for your desert dear," the Coach said as he gave Fran a gentle shove under the table. Fran pulled the tablecloth back so she could see her Daddy...s face as her wet mouth engulfed his hard cock. While Fran's mouth worked up and down the Coach's hard shaft she heard the waiter return to their booth and refill their coffees without asking about the missing girl. Kneeling between her Daddy's legs under the table, Fran alternated between swirling her tongue over the velvety head of his large. She didn't take her eyes off of her phone.He was at her vaginal lips. The shaking in his arms, in his whole body, came not from lack of strength or endurance but from the sheer audacity of what he was about to do -- and the excitement that came with it.There was no connection with her. This was no expression of love, or any kind of emotion at all. All the value he had built up into the thought of this moment--all of it evaporated with her turned-aside face thinking about everything in the world. Tina placed her hand on my cock and continued to jack me off. Pre-cum was now starting to leak from the end of my cock. Aunty Leela had noticed it too and explained to Tina that it was a sign that I was getting aroused. Tina already knew this seeing as she had seen it an hour earlier but I just kept my mouth shut. “It needs to be cleaned off, and this is how to clean it” said Aunty Leela , and with that she leaned forward and popped the head of my cock into her mouth. I could feel her tongue. " Now that there are so many women like me, I guess it should be "Hide your virgin sons. as well." So we are all freelance operatives here for a reason. When the mission goes we need a single commander. One to point out the obvious and make decisions which will effect us all. It is no secret that I have access to black bag intel." Martine said it as if it were all a positive thing."But that also obligates you to the source of that intel. I vote we use your intel and make our own decisions on.