She was smiling, supportively smiling.“Maybe,” he said. “Ava, I’ve ... I’ve ... I’ve fallen in love with you,” he said. The startled loo... in the woman’s eyes, her wide-open mouth, said it all.“Huh?” she finally said.“I am fully aware that on a dozen levels me saying what I just said is both indefensible and impossible to expect you to understand,” he said. “What is certain, however, is that it is absolutely true, and I don’t know what to do about it.”“Oh my God!” she said, finally.“Please,. .which is flattering, but I selfishly want more, much more. And I can't even tell her that or I risk losing her. I want to make her feel happy, safe and loved. I want to be the one she wakes up to. I want (damn, I'm needy) us to be traditional, talking about our day, not pontificating on ball gags and butt plugs... ok, the butt plugs may remain in our conversation but with a ninety minute limit. It has all grown so confusing. She can be so loving and compassionate. That's who I fell in love. Sitting up on my knees I grabbed his now soft member. I closed my eyes as I slowly slid the tip into my mouth. The taste of his flesh against me, his manly musk, was overwhelming. I tightened my hold on his shaft and began to suck, searching for any remaining drop of his cum. A few spilled into my mouth and it pressed me on to do more. I wasn't sure what to do, but I had to try."Lick it baby... Suck it for daddy."His fingers became entwined in my hair. His words soaked into my mind and I began. Because they had grown so quickly this year, most of her bras didn’t fit her anymore. Now when she walked down the hallways, her small bra would push her breasts out of her dress. Often the shape of her nipples would be visible through her uniform. It made her feel exposed, and that only made her nipples harder. She had asked her Daddy for new bras, but she secretly thought he liked how her ill-fitting bras made her look like his little whore.That morning, her Daddy had used her pussy rather.