But it will make me very unhappy and disappointed if I ever discover that you didn't have enough confidence in me to tell me the truth. I'm going to g... upstairs to my room and do some work. If you'd like to come upstairs, I'll be waiting for you." I took another sip of the bourbon, got up from the couch and headed for the stairs. I had only gotten to the first step when I heard her voice."Daddy?" I stopped and turned to face her. She had a very worried look on her face."I did let a couple. Almost immediately a photo came through. She was sitting on a chair, her legs wide spread, her cotton thong at her ankles and her hand was pressing between her shaven mound…Ana just said she would be coming back home in half an hour.Already my cock was bulging through my boxers. I lowered them to my ankles and took a picture of my hard cock to send it back to her.She quickly answered that it looked as if I was really waiting for her.Her last message was to advise me to keep that cock hard for. Surely, something had to be done about that. Trenton offered him the perfect opportunity. However, could he, would he take it? Screwing up his resolve, he returned to his laptop, saved the spreadsheet, and opened the browser. With a series of determined clicks, he found and opened the escort review page. After some searching, he found the review and the name that had haunted him. Then he grabbed the paper and his finger traced the columns in personal section of the classifieds. He stopped at. Oh, she’d dropped the formal pre-church inspection when we graduated high school, but only to instigate the slightly less prescriptive visual check and brush-over that she gave herself and Dad whenever they were going into company.Several times while I was at college, I’d failed the ‘clean-shaven’ part and been sent back upstairs.It was part of the price of ‘The Mom-and-Pop Meals and Laundry Plan’, so I sucked it up. Strange how the freedom to spend the weekend unshaven and slovenly becomes so.