“Dad, my other dad really feels bad about everything. I hear him and mom talking sometimes. I mean about you and everything. I hope you can like eac... other,” said my daughter.“Anything for you, dear heart, I love you,” I said. “Your—other—dad and I will get along. But no matter what, I won’t let anything come between you and me; I mean if I have a choice in the matter. Okay?”I could tell that she got the nuance of what I was saying and that she didn’t much like it, but she would go along with. We had initiated a strong bond that night, I was sure of that. But I wasn't sure what I was going to do next.Our night together started off innocently enough at a dinner with a small group of employees from one of my large corporate clients. I visit this client often and I had been training this particular group for the last three days. I met Darrell on that trip and we really hit it off in the training sessions, but then we had really connected at my farewell dinner that last night.Darrell was. They got to their floor and climbed out, Frankie’s legs shaking with the effect he had had on her body in the lift.He swiftly opened the door, arms around her again kissing her, undoing her jeans and removing her t-shirt before they had even got in.He pushed the door shut and fell straight to his knees in front of her, jeans around her ankles, pussy seeping juice through her pants, his tongue met her pussy, as he licked over the material she pushed herself into him, moving down and pulling her. Is there something else wrong? I asked, meaning, Lets get this complaint over with. Uh, put a sock in what? Bill asked. In your mouth, Bill, I sighed with disgust. I started to turn back to my monitor, but Bill started to sit up. Maybe he really did need to pee. Bill, however, took off a shoe, removed a sock, and put it in his mouth. I folded my arms and watched, trying to figure out why he was doing this in lieu of his usual griping. When he just sat there for awhile with the sock in his.