“You could have been anything, why did you choose to be a stripper?” he had to know, he wanted to now why she would chose that, it was like loweri...g herself only she had nothing to lower from.Bailey didn’t expect that question and her response to that was going to be an honest one.“It was late at night and I was walking past the club, I heard loud cheers coming from inside and I was curious. So I went inside and saw the strippers, I watched and was amazed by how graceful they looked on the. All of these whirling and conflicting thoughts went round and round in my head at eight hundred miles an hour, leaving me feeling queasy and physically sick, but at the same time leaving me with a deeply shaming sense of excitement. A sick part of me excited that Jill might be treated like this for the rest of the night and for the rest of their five-day stay in Miami. What kind of man got off on thinking of his wife treated this way? What kind of wife let herself be treated this way, a keen. My sister was no help. All she cared about was reading Mom’s will to find out how much she was left, which wasn’t much. She refused to do anything to help my father. Once she realized she was not going to get anything worthwhile from Mom’s estate, she packed up and left.Cindy and I considered putting Dad into a retirement home, but neither of us thought it was a good idea. He was not that old. He just needed some time to get his shit together. So, we decided we would invite him to come and live. Eventually I took him into my mouth, it wasn't easy given his girth. The head was purple, throbbing, and swollen, constantly putting out tiny gobs of pre-cum which I licked up every time.Grabbing the back of my head he slowly tried to press his hard member in my mouth. I gagged because it was so large but my throat eased slightly. Still couldn't get more than half in my mouth but that didn't slow him down, he pressed deeper and I had to accept it.Pumping my face furiously with his cock, hand.