Saturday mornings were reserved for his floors. He did them every week without fail. After the floors were done, he would shower and take a short nap ...f the mood struck him. Every Saturday afternoon he would travel to the same health food store and purchase just enough groceries to last the week. He would prepare dinner and clean up the kitchen, just as he did every night. He would then read or watch television until it was time for bed. On Sunday’s he would attend Mass in the morning, have. ”“Don’t worry honey, daddy will teach you how to give a great blow job.”“Ok, I’ll do whatever you want Daddy.” she said as she leaned forward, her face now only inches away from her father’s throbbing cock.“Ok love, hold it by the base and just lick it up and down the sides like an ice cream cone.” I panted out lustfully.She did exactly as I asked, her small little hand replaced mine as she held my cock. She leaned forward and I felt her wet tongue sliding up and down my thick throbbing shaft.. He then proceeded to grab a ruler out of one of his drawers and dragged a corner of the ruler lightly down my spine, giving me chills and goosebumps. Then he unnexpectedly smacked my ass with it. Hard. Then again, and again. Each time I gave out a scream, almost unaudible because his hand stayed pressed against my mouth. After a few more hard smacks he pulled up my skirt and pulled my panties down around my ankles, despite my protests. You are a little slut arent you? Look at that, your pussy. One upstairs in the master bedroom.I'm on the second floor scoping it out and step into the bathroom. Perfect! I pull a pen and paper from my purse and wrote a short note. Then making my way downstairs I started looking for him. He's still with Elaine. I bide my time until they separate. She's gotta go to the powder room. I take my chance and walk over to him and hand him the note, turn and leave without saying a word. I see in a mirror, he's watching me climb the stairs. I wiggle my ass a.