I went back into the other room and called the security office at my subdivision. I gave them Lena's name and told them that until further notice, she...had access to my home. Since they had caller ID, they used that to verify it was really me.It was now ten-thirty and I let Tamara know the time. I went back into the bathroom and stepped into the shower. I never felt clean from a bath. Plus, I liked to shampoo my hair in the shower.Tamara was at the mirror putting on her makeup when I stepped out. She pulled her head off my cock for a moment and smiled wide. Then, without a word, she dropped her pretty head into my lap again. I sat there enjoying her ministrations for a while, as she sucked deep, but smoothly with her lips and cheeks close against my thighs.She went deep for a moment just to see how far in she could get me, I guess, then came back up and kept bobbing. She got faster, and I spread my legs a little, and let her blonde head move more freely. After several wonderful minutes. Debbie’s hair falls down to her shoulders and she is a full-figured woman with lovely "D" cup breasts. She doesn't think of herself as being pretty. She’s like many women and thinks of herself as being too something to be attractive to other men. Women are strange that way, too heavy, too skinny, not big enough boobs, or too big. Some perceived flaw that prevents them from feeling confident in themselves. Anyway, I know different because I've seen the looks guys give her when we’re out shopping. Oh, how I have missed you. I guess I have forgotten how to please you, Daddy. Can you forgive me?"A single tear rolled down her cheek."BULLSHIT. YOU ALWAYS WERE A WORTHLESS LITTLE CUNT. COME HERE" I screamed at her as I dragged her by the hair over to the couch.To this day I have no idea how I maintained my poise throughout this "passion play". Hell, I should have gotten an Oscar.I pulled her by her hair over to the couch where I sat down and told her to get over my knee. And she did.My cock.