Every time I’ve seen him outside of the booths, he’s wearing the bandana, the cutoffs and barefoot . He nodded to me and I nodded back. He came up...to me and asked - maybe a little TOO eagerly, “You want a hot blow job, sweetie? I’ll make it real good, mister,” he said. “Take care of you straight up, sweet man.” He was damn near begging. I told him maybe later, and he asked me if I was going to cum before I left. I told him that I probably would, and he said, “Just look me up and we’ll go in a. I hope you plan to bring Scarlett. I’d like to meet her…Dad, too.”“Yes, I’ll definitely bring her. Want me to make my beans, too?”“That’s a great idea. Okay, come around two. I’ll see you then…Scarlett, too.”>>>>>>“Is that what really happened, Sean?”“I swear to God that was a literal conversation.”Scarlett looked down for a few seconds and I could tell that she was thinking. “Sean, do they have a pool? I just heard on the local radio that the temperature is supposed to be mid to high. It was almost perfect and I waspleased. I was even more pleased when Mistress said it was very good. Itfelt so right that I was able to please my Mistress by completing hertasks."Time to put you to work girl."Was the statement that broke the spell, Mistress pointed to a materialfolding bag on the floor next to the sink."Open it girl."I opened the bag and my breath caught in my throat. Inside the bag wereseveral pairs of Mistresses panties."Get on you knees and put your face in the bag," she. You opened it and it wasn’t yours,” I state and he snaps on me again. “I have never lied to you or kept anything from you when I was aware of the situation. I did not show you care and attention like I should have years ago and that I am at fault for. Adding to that I had and still have a huge blind spot to my three children and generally try to think the best of them no matter what, again this is something I know about myself. However unless you have proof, real proof that I have lied to you.