"Tell me how much you want it.Beg for my cock"He told her as she teased her lips with his cock.Moaning and spreading her legs for him Tamara spoke"Oh ...od daddy!"She moaned"Please let me have your cock.I've been such a dirty little whore"She bucked her hips up eager to feel her father's cock inside of her.A devious smile formed over his features"Yes you have."Careful at first he slipped his cock inside her tight,wet folds.Feeling the resistance at first and then eventually the breaking of her. It was all I could do to keep from ripping her dress offright there in the car!After about 20 minutes, we pulled into the driveway of amassive Tudor. This definitely wasn’t skid row! I wasn’tsure what city we were in – I was too busy in thebackseat to notice where we were going – but I knew onething: my original guess had been correct. Ralph was arich old bastard!Ralph cut off the ignition, then jumped out of the car tohold the door open for us, just like a good. These workshops are my bread-and-butter, and it is amazing how much I can get paid just because a client wants a sit down with some supplier that doesn’t speak their language with any understanding or nuance (and American clients that think everybody in the world speaks English). I’m not quite George Clooney in “Up in the Air,” but I’m comfortable (maybe even well-off) and I like what I do.And I was having a nap. Until the conversation around me caught my attention.It became clear that the. ’ ‘Nice. Good game last night.’ Brody grinned. ‘You watched. You must like me.’ ‘Don’t get your hopes up, buddy. I caught the score and some highlights.’ And I will never live down checking the score on my computer at rehearsal, she thought, then relented. ‘Nice goal.’ ‘Hey, Obie could set up a tree stump, but I’ll take it.’ ‘And so modest.’ Ryan laughed. ‘Part of my charm.’ Brody looked around. ‘So, what’s on tap for you tonight?’ ‘Not sure. I was just trying to decide on dinner.’ Brody gave.